Pheral  wont kneel to anyone. She does however bow slightly, picking up on the not so subtle hints from the others. Excuse me sir but, who are you exactly ?

The old dwarf smiles gently. You can sense no malevolence. The dwarf seems kind, and very patient. "Why, child, I am Aurinax, ancient gaurdian to the vault of Dagult Neverember." He turns to Zeli, easily seeing through the illusion. "Zelifarna? Is that you? What are you doing among mortals and not around the sea? I have not seen you since you were just a wyrmling."

Zeli does not raise her head. "Great one. I am learning more about their ways, and their customs. Their behaviors. They are a dynamic bunch, and I have much to learn from them, and hopefully, them from me. Plus.." she glances at Leon, quickly. "They are special. I am curious about them."

Aurinax slowly nods, "I see!" he says, amused. "I wonder if your father would approve of such interactions?" He looks at the rest of you. "Tell me, my friends..why are you all here?"

OOC: After that last room, Astrid chugged down a Potion of Healing, healing herself 8 hit points.

OOC: dont let Pheral explain why we are hear. she would basically tell the truth about robbing the joint. Someone who's character has n=more tact should do it. I volunteer leon. 

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OOC: After that last room, Astrid chugged down a Potion of Healing, healing herself 8 hit points.

 OOC Did you take more than 15 damage from the blob? I thought you reduced the damage in half. Lythril boobed you for 15 just fyi.

"Azrael is the most scaly

the most handsome man I know

Nobody could be finer

Nothing could make him more diviner"

Lythril whispers, and gives Az +1d6 Bardic Inspiration.

[He does have a smooth tounge.]

"'Ello mista Aurinax, sir. Me and my Friends are 'ere on a sort of... diplomacy mission, of sorts. See, in our fine city above, there is a fair bit of unrest, isn't there? Blood is being spilled for no good reason between some no good people and friends and cared ones are bein' caught in the middle.

This..." he motions around to all the gold "I'm afraid is what is sparking this urban conflict. We're here as a group of, ahh, moderators I s'pose you could say to make sure this fortune is looked after an' managed correctly."

(I can't remember if our saving of Floon may have something to help us here too, was he the son of Neverember and basically gave us permission to find the treasure?)

Persuasion? 24

Fat Tiefling fatness 5018

(You guys saved Floon and Raenar Neverember. Mentioning Raenar may help, but your roll was a very good start.)

Updating soon, boobs.

Yeah, he’ll mention Raenar in his pitch for sure.

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OOC: After that last room, Astrid chugged down a Potion of Healing, healing herself 8 hit points.

 OOC Did you take more than 15 damage from the blob? I thought you reduced the damage in half. Lythril boobed you for 15 just fyi.

 OOC:  oooh, I must have missed those wonderful healing boobies!  Yeah, Astrid took 13 damage from the ooze a while back, and I suddenly realized I never healed myself.  I'll retcon my potion use!  Thanks!

Aurinax listens to FC's tale.

"Interesting." the dwarf says finally, "Lord Neverember never told me WHERE the money came from. He simply told me to guard it, and paid me handsomely for my services. He did tell me that any one of his vassals may do what they will with the gold, and I suppose Raenar would be one of them. I haven't seen Raenar since he was a child." Aurinax remembers fondly. "At any rate, I am patient and just. I cannot allow you to do anything with the gold now, but should you bring back one of his vassals, including Raenar Neverember, you are free to do as you wish with his authorization."

And with that, the ancient dwarf returns to his "cleaning".

Zeli gets up and bows. "Yes, Great One."

Lyhtril recalls a letter she got some years back from one of cousins. He had gone to some tomb called the something of horribles, of asscrack. He wrote “It is to be looking fine but is probably being a trap.”

She never heard from him again and feels almost the same as when she read that letter. “Yeah cuz, this is probably being a trap...”

"It's not." Zeli says gently. "He is one of the wisest beings I know. He knows my family. He's been here in Waterdeep for a long time. I just had no idea he was the one guarding Neverember's treasure. He wouldn't trick us."

Astrid to Zeli: "Just how old is he?!"

"May we 'ave one of the coins?" FC asks the polymorphed Dragon. "Showing one to Raenar may confirm to him that we have been able to access his vault. After we rescued him, he... may have trouble believing folks."

Azrael had kneeled for the dragon, and listened quietly as everyone else said their piece, FC's idea had actually been quite brilliant, as a way to prove their case to him. He finally raised his head enough to speak, clear reverence in his eyes. He was fairly sure this dragon was a gold, based on his sheen.

For me, revered one. My only goal is to raise a proper temple and shrine to Bahamut, the great Platinum Dragon. Though another goal has recently found its way into my life, in the least expected of ways. his eyes shifting breifly to Pheral (Sleight of eye2) But I was sent to this city, as I have already explained to Zelifarna, to help fix the myriad fark clouds that cover it. To bring Bahamuts Justice to this city, and spread out from there. To help those who cannot help themselves, against those who would wield their power against such people.

(stupid editor ~.~)