<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/SmuoVN2.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Ishmael Laethalseer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276392.msg13585516#msg13585516)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Moxie, Xia, Kyoko, and Jon. <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Normal clothes for an artist. (https://i.imgur.com/yVRQ0ZH.jpg) <br/><hr/><hr/>The half-breed couldn't believe it. Never in his lifetime had he known women to be this stubborn; could they not see they were making the situation worse?  Then again he should have known better after the songs and tales involving Moxie and Kyoko. Unfortunately, he was the type to give everyone a chance to prove themselves and these girls had shown themselves to be a risk he wasn't willing to be around. They were surrounded by people who knew this forest like the back of their hand and had the upper hand right now. To Ishmael, it was only logical to talk and not resort to violence, so why these girls chose to take such a foolish path was beyond him. <br/><br/>For the first time in his life, Ishmael was actually angry. He was angry that they had just stepped off the lift and already they were in danger because these women could not control themselves. He was angry that he had made an effort to reach out to the dryads to negotiate but they had ruined any chance of a friendly exchange. <br/><br/><strong>"You guys are seriously doing this?"</strong> He asked, his voice full of disbelief as he lowered his arms so they were now by his side.   <strong>"These people are willing to talk and you guys just want to get violent?!"</strong> His voice clearly wasn't used to aggression.  Then again he also wasn't used to getting so angry and frustrated with anyone. <strong>"You know what? I'm done."</strong> He turned his back to the girls and bowed slightly to the leader of the dryads. <strong>"I apologise that these ladies are not willing to partake in dialogue with you... charming people."</strong> Ishmael said as he let out a soft sigh as he tried to calm himself. <strong>"Personally, I would have liked to exchange information about this place, but it seems the ladies of our party aren't as reasonable as I thought. Therefore, I offer them as well as the "sister" of yours in exchange for information and safe passage."</strong><br/><br/>Normally he wouldn't have done this but as far as he was concerned it was a matter of survival and if he could at least ensure his and Jon's safety then it was worth the sacrifice of his foolish teammates... well former teammates. Ishmael really didn't want to resort to this but it was the only way he could see that would fix this mess that had been created by these careless females... </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Charisma Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Ishmael rolled: 2d6, adding 3 to the total<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 2, 4, <br/>Total: 9</div></div>