Ambush
"You an' your mates ambushed us an' tried to do us over, yeah? Remember that?" asks Ginger. "Well, I ran at you and you kinda bounced off my shield and then stopped moving when you hit the ground. Think you'd have been pushing up daisies by now if I hadn't talked nice like to one of our churchie-templie ladies. Funny think is they don't actually use a building. Say the air an' water and earth and growing things is enough." He takes a drink from his canteen and then offers it to the revived (but still prone) bandit. "Anyway, one of them did some magic like I asked, and the dent in your head closed up. Think your brain was trying to escape. Anyway, you're still here now, living, breathing, drinking and talking. One of the others, a bloke, not the nice churchie-templie ladies, well, I might be doing him wrong, but he seemed he could be real mean, well, he was all for doing nasties to you. To make you tell us stuff. You know, like using his knife to cut bits off." He makes a knowing look towards the fellow's nethers. "Well, as I'd laid you low, I sorta called dibs on you. Nothing unhealthy. I'm not that sorta dwarf. But I do want you to tell me stuff. All of it really. You look like a bright bloke. I'm sure I don't hafta tell you the questions! Just get on and tell me stuff. You know, as me mum used ta say, the who, what, when, where, why and how. I think there was another one too, but never mind. You just get on and tell me your story, and that of these other bandity-friends of yours. Then I'm confident I can ensure the mean-looking fella doesn't use his knife nasty like. He might have a little rock hammer too. Would want him using it on my rocks. Nor yours." Having taken the canteen back he waits expectantly for the fellow to tell the tale.
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OOC: 21:59, Today: Ginger rolled 6 using 3d6. Diplomacy 8