Tavah could practically taste the tension in the damp air now that the confrontation had been made.  So far it was going better than he had hoped in that a fight didn’t start outright, so he decided to try his luck at cutting the building pressure.  “Da, this weather certainly makes for poor traveling.  I am Tavah of the Radimir tribe.”  He began, both in introduction to the man before him as well as to lay out his credentials to the other clansman in the immediate area.<br/><br/>“As a fellow warrior, I can assure you that there is no need for that, friend.”  Tavah said with a casual nod to the man’s hand that rested on the hilt of his sword.  “There is plenty of shelter for all of us and just as much spirits to go around.  Should there be a need for conflict this night, I would much prefer it be a lighthearted one of sport with either naked fists or drink after sharing a few pints among friendly company.  How about you, Blood Raven?  It has been far too long since I’ve tried my constitution against a kinsman from another tribe and would love a good challenge.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Diplomacy attempt: 18+1=19<br/></div></div>