Malic looked down at the mass of mixed oils and dirt running down his arm for a moment in puzzlement. How did that get their? Then his eyes narrowed as he look over at his crew-mates. Three of them seem to be enjoying picking on a small gnome, which he really didn't pay it much attention at the time, besides gnomes were footstools. Smiling he grabbed the makeshift blob and started to walk towards them. "Fatter then a goose, for a gnome you say? Oh no mate. Captain doesn't like those that toss his meals about on his ship. Thankfully I've saved your dinner in my hand right here. Now open your trap once more and I'll make sure you eat your vittles." As he started to head towards the three troublemakers.<br/><br/>Intimidate<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: swordwind rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +6<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 24, <br/>Total: 24<br/></div></div>