“Thank you.” Zelsh replied gratefully before leaving the building and heading over to the tavern.
Drakor looked at her. “You going to be okay?”
She looks pretty bad.
Canary nods.
Drakor paused. “Maybe I’ll just wait here for a bit.”
Now she looks confused.
“…I’ll follow you?”
Drakor blinked. “Ah. Wait, you were going to come?”
“…?”
She feigns a smile. “A martyr’s job is never finished. Not even in death!”
That wasn’t funny.
Drakor gave her a look.
(can I roll for intimidation)
(go ahead.)
3
(DC of… six. Canary isn’t very hard to make afraid and she’s already having a rough day)
(bruh)
(+4 for a 7)
(go be intimidating boyo)
Drakor stared at Canary. His golden eyes glared. The nearby, casual observer would become much more aware of his presence, of the many weapons on his belt and the greataxe on his back.
“That was not funny.”
“…”
I tremble.
“Canary. Do not joke about your death.” Drakor folded his arms. “You are worth more than that.”
Canary mumbles something.
(perception check?)
(12)
3