<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/MSvj0kD.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Yora Myst-Stake (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1988450)<br/><strong>HP: </strong>13/13<strong>AC:</strong>16<strong>Status: </strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>approaching dragonguard and making up a false accusation<br/><strong>Roll:</strong>Society: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139240)+5=9<br/>deception: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139239)+7=25<br/><hr/><br/>"Well, more like rotten flowers, but close enough" Yora mused as the halfling scrunched her nose at the ale, sympathizing greatly with her distaste of it, "unfortunately there's no way to improve that kind of drunkard's swill. Best leave it to those with more boorish tastebuds" she added, smiling at her fellow conspirator. She glanced down at the offered palm and, not really understanding the gesture, gave it a gently slap, a low five if you will, "Yora, a pleasure" she cooed, gazing from the half-ling to the gnome, amused that their group was so concentrated with delightfully compact women. She supposed it made some measure of sense. People of their stature were rarely taken seriously and few would take a bunch of "shortlings" as them for scheming rebels, "as fine as stormy night can be I suppose" she replied, introducing herself to the gnome and her pretty kitty as well.<br/><br/>Yora had poured herself a nice full glass of the wine, and was just bringing it to her lips, when the door violently swung open, the tremor causing a splash of her wine to spill over and stain her outfit...the goblin took a deep breath, a very deep breath, to keep herself from lashing out at the indiscretion. She heard someone in the crowd spit out the word "dragonguards", a small hole in her expertise as she was only vaguely familiar with them. It didn't take a lot of foreknowledge to piece together they were here on behalf of Hrozenzi though. She tensed for a moment, but then the declaration that law abiding citizens had nothing to fear made her relax. She was, of course, the very model of a law abiding citizen, she was a lawyer for Gods' sake! Following the letter of the law to meticulous detail was her trade. There was little to fear from such enforcers then, seeing how none at the table had done anything but greet each other and order a few drinks.<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed as the fat-titted inquisitors went to town on the poor serving staff, slapping the half-ling down with impunity, "I mean, you were addressing the whole room in general so you kinda were speaking to her..." she murmured to herself. She glanced curiously at the gnome girl as she prepared little voting sticks for them, passing them out in hopes of drawing a consensus on how to deal with the situation. However as much as she'd like to handle things democratically, she doubted the elven maid would survive her strangling long enough to hold a proper delegation. Casually flicking her "talk" stick onto the table, Yora hopped out of her chair and made her way to the bar, hoisting herself up to perch her juicy green bottom on the bar counter, "excuse me my good ladies. I have some information I'd like to report, if it please you. I'd rather not speak out of turn, but given how the owner is a bit too...throttled to speak at the moment, I figured I'd take my turn early" she said, wearing the smile of a snitch happy to curry favor by ratting out some rebel scum, "I believe the server meant there are no rebels here<em>currently</em>. There were some shady characters here just shy of an hour ago. They all slunk in with hoods pulled over their faces, normal given the weather but they refused to take them off even as they took a table. Obviously they were highly suspicious, and if I recall correctly the owner refused to serve them because of it. When they realized they had drawn too much attention to discuss whatever they came here for they took their leave." she said, painting a tale of a group significantly less subtle than their actual party had been, "Now I can't be certain they were rebels, but anyone acting that shadily had to be up to no good. I'm a lawyer you see, so I know a guilty or innocent man when I see one. They were obviously here to plot one crime or another. I didn't get to see more than brief flashes of their faces, with the hoods and all, but judging by their heights there were two human/elf sized ones, one half-orc, and either a half-ling or a goblin, too tall to be a gnome I think..." she said, laying out all the information she had for them.