<strong>Name:</strong>Draahzallyk (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287132.msg14135191#msg14135191)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the map table in Elfbane's command tent<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Elfbane, Aryz'Endor, and all others present<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>3<br/><strong>Free Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Swift Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Standard Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Move Action:</strong>--<br/><strong>Feats or SA used:</strong>--<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None (PG rating).<br/><hr/><br/>It's difficult to say if the dark-armored kobold is correcting the 'Brimstone Seer' or simply repeating Elfbane's words back to him to show his own understanding.<br/><br/>“Within three days, but take the time to study their patrols and do it<em>right</em>.” His voice is like warmed honey dripped over a steel knife: smooth and rich, but with an unyielding and penetrating core.<br/><br/>Draahzallyk inhales and exhales slowly. “...And 'right' will mean stealth, and guile. By your command, we are to open the gates for your horde and signal you,<em>not</em>try to foolishly take on the town ourselves.” With this statement his masked head does lift, and he swivels his head to look at the others.<em>Mercenaries</em>. Money is pleasant enough, but he's here for less fungible forms of power.<br/><br/>He notes the effeminate orc sketching a copy of the map, but...Where has the other kobold gotten to? His golden eyes narrow.<br/><br/>“Aryz'endor, attend!” One clawed and gauntleted hand grasps at empty air irritably. “This is<em>your</em>line, I believe. I can make any human talk, and cooperate...briefly. But we must find the right ones to interrogate, to be of use. You will observe.”<br/><br/>The tyrant-lizard can be fairly sneaky, himself...But anything he came near would feel the trickling chills of unseen fear tickling at the nape of its neck.