Beranhond rolled his eyes.
"A Might Pirate you might someday be; however, aren't you still looking for a ship?" He said, with a note of humor in voice. "Though perhaps we will have one soon enough."
"Worry not Nym. For I am far from a Pirate. I can barely sneak into a room, let alone attack another ship. I suspect I would sink long before I ever managed to swing across." He paused. "Tell me, what is your last memory before you awoke? Also, this place is dangerous, can you fight?" Tigrisclawu purred as he rubbed up against his leg. He let out a pathetic meow, obviously pulling out all the charm that he could manage.
Tigrisclawu liked Nym, but he thought something was odd about him. He didn't smell like the usual 'man.'
diplomacy:
Roll(1d20)+2:
20,+2
Total:22
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