"Um, excuse me Mr. Shanks, but I can assure you that those knots are more than adequate. I have spent most of my life on fishing vessels and know how to tie things down." The halfling just stared back at Darvin. The half-elf did not enjoy or appreciate this lack of respect he was being shown by this diminutive fellow.
"I also on occasion have been known to eat cheeky halflings for breakfast. They are good with butter." Darvin said this under his breath and to no one in particular but wouldn't have minded if Grumbleshanks had heard him.
After the last wererat had been killed Darvin turned his attention back to the cloaked man. They had made good progress down in the sewer and there was only thing left that stood in their way.
Darvin crouched down, removed the dirty sock and held his cutlass close to the man's face and growled.
"Alright you poor excuse for life. Tell us where the Queen is or these will be the last words you ever hear."
Intimidation:
Roll(1d20)+1: 17,+1 Total:18
Doesn't he have something in his mouth?
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