Drakor’s eyes narrowed. “Could work. Could also not.”
He began muttering to himself under his breath. “They have reach, but no range… a sling and co- no, but there’s four not two… no shields or ways to block them… they just have to play point defense… but what do they gain? We can outlast them…”
Well before you get to the point of being 120 feet away, the humans straighten up a bit, seemingly paying a bit more attention to their surroundings. When you stop moving, they visibly look you over, before one of them calls out to you: “Toll is one link!”
(you may attempt a perception check for additional information if you’d like)
Wanderer glances around, before noticing the MGS attempt.
“Oh for the love of…”
“I mean, most of us are armed. I do think intimidation favors us here.”
…“And worst case scenario, I put a little something extra in the mutagen today. Not tested yet and results would be helpful.”
(are we in earshot of this?)
“Not Alone.”
(Using Message on the side which only contains two men.)
I lower my voice a little. Not by much, but… to sound less like a child. “I see one. Plan?”
(not unless you went back after her)
Wanderer will keep the caravan going toward the bridge after seeing everything go to shit.
(may i roll bluff?)
“Huh? What?”
yes
ghost
(locke-type excuses)
(if all of you keep making fun of me i’m selling you out)
11
(+8 is 19)
