Blood Scales Game

Sayre will remain quiet and let Lorarila have her chance curious if this approach with work. She Will also keep a wary eye on Thimbol vaguely aware they all overlooked something about the halfling.

The Lizardfolk will reach forward and grab a handful of meat, tilting his head back and dropping it into his open maw. Then, after chewing it for a while and swallowing hard he would look to Lorarila... "They call me Drak" He will pause for a moment, still considering her words... before grabbing the entire tray of meat and scraping the contents into his open mouth. "If this is going to be my last meal... I may as well go big am I right?!" he would say with a smile on his face, bits of food landing on the table and on his lap. "Your offer sounds reasonable little lady... If I believed you could actually protect me... the way I see it, it is only a matter of time before the bloodscales run this town.. and while they may kill me for not completing the job on time.... That is nothing compared to what they would do to me if they found out I was a DIRTY ROTTEN TRAITOR" Drak's voice will get noticeably louder as he finishes his sentence and glances towards Thimbol for just a moment before returning his focus to Lorarila. Drak will dump a bowl of rolls into his mouth and begin chewing loudly, his gaze locked the half-elf across the table. "I saw you nearly drop like a sack of potatoes after one crossbow bolt when we we tried to snuf out the mayor yesterday... not exactly the person I want to protect me from a crime organization that spreads from here up into the thunder peaks and beyond..." The green scaled lizardfolk will slowly lean forward over the table... getting close enough that Lorarila can see that his scales... and fins running along his back seem to have small red cracks... or maybe red veins running through them... That his eyes...seem to be bloodshot as well.. but the red veins seem to shift and move ever so slightly when he moves his eyes. "How are you going to protect me from the Bloodscales if you cannot protect your self pretty girl" As he finishes the sentence, he will slam his hands down on the table and lunge forward towards the half-elf, snapping his jaws within an inch of her face.... before reclining back into his chair and tossing back a large swig of ale.

Mo, still in the cell after playing his dinner music, will stand up to his full height after Drak makes his lunge towards Lorarila.  "She can do it because she won't be doing it alone.  You would be wise to remember that we are the reason you are in here. You BSers will come to fear us." And Mo will punctuate his statement with one loud, BAM! from his drum.

Intimidation i guess: 23 

**just trying to be the bad cop a bit in this GC/BC situation we are in**

Drak will flinch as the boom of the drum shakes him in his seat, nearly causing him to tip backwards. "Alright little drummer boy.... I was just playing around" The lizardfolk will attempt to put the smile back on his face, but it seems like he has to try a little harder. "You want some information... fine... I will give you some information... screw it, I am a dead man either way and if it gets bad enough I'll chew off my arm and let myself bleed out so here goes... "the Lizardfolk will place his elbows on the table and lean heavily on them and closing his clawed hands together, looking to each of you. "I was tasked by Shiv, along with the others to take out the mayor.... in the hopes of preventing him from inspiring the people to act out against us. We each got paid some coin up front and would get the rest once the job was done. We were camped out just north of the main road out of black oak if you head towards the swamp....there was a circle on my map that I am assuming you confiscated from me.... that marked its location. Drak will once again lean back in his chair and grab a pair of apples and toss them into his mouth, chewing them up and swallowing them whole. 

The glance to Thimbol doesn't go unnoticed. But Navek only folded his arms at the comment, and kept his eyes glued on Drak. Navek huffs at the Lizardfolk's attempt at intimidation. Mo's, on the other hand, actually got him to tense for a moment there. "Sheesh. A little warning there, Mo. Damn near shit myself." The aged goliath lets out a boisterous laugh. 

(I was going to make an intimidation roll from Drak towards Lorarila but I didn't know how that worked and when I google searched it... I found out it is kind of frowned upon manipulating character actions and responses with rolls so I didn't do it lol)

(Drak is just jealous of my clothes. Don't look into it too much) 

Thimbol looked toward the others hoping to catch how each would react to the lizards words. Were they to believe the wild accusations caused just by a look... He knew some already had their suspicions of him just from his odd behavior when confronting Drak. Though ramblings of nothing.

(you are not wrong)

OOC: Shaz can Mo and Sayre get married at some point? Because she just fell in love!!

Sayra reaches in her boot for her dagger now uncaring if anyone sees and palms it in her hand. She'll remain outside the cell but looks extremely anxious about the whole picnic interrogations developments.

(Sayre would know that Father Bryon does perform wedding ceremonies) 

Looking at Drak after his intimidating tactic, and Mo's heart stopping boom. Lorarila had to take a second to get her heart back under control, not racing in fright and not stopped by noise. "We will do our best to protect to protect you, I am not tough but I can use the magical arts. My friends support and help cover each of my weaknesses and I do the same. Apart we are no where near as effective as together. You have little choices but I want you to choose us not because you have to, but because you want to." Standing up and walking to the large Lizardfolk and hugging him and kissing his scaly snout. "I hope we can help you. If we fall, you have to survive. If the Blood Scales fall, you have to survive. If you ever need anything, ask us. If it is personal, ask for me. Thank you Drak, you are terrifying but I appreciate your information. You may have the rest of the food, I will try to have a good meal provided daily." Leaves the cell and closes it behind her. Placing her hat on Thimbol as she passes, "Well? We got the information, now let's prepare for the next step. Thimbol, will you accompany me to see if we can get our accessories identified?" 

Navek raises a brow and smirks at the last little interaction. "Lucky lizard." He mutters with a mirthful smile as he shook his head. "Before you two do. Thimbol. You had something to say to give me earlier, or-...." He trails off there giving the halfling an expectant look. "Actually, hold that thought. Let's take this elsewhere." He says, motion once to the prisoner, and then for the two to follow him out. On the way he makes sure to notify to the Sheriff they were done with the prisoner.

(I kinda wanna wait to see what the lizard does) 

 Mo gets up to leave, pointing first at his own eyes, then at the lizardman, letting him know that Mo will be watching him.

Sayre is just shocked at how it all turned out waiting to see what the Lizard man reacts to this odd outpouring of...affection?

Psst... Sayre's face tho.

After Drak listens to Lorarila's words he watches her with some interest and raises an eyebrow as she approaches. The lizardfolk stands up and when you hug him but he is unable to return the gesture because his hands are cuffed together in front of him. When she goes to kiss him on the snout however, he will grab her shirt and kiss her on the lips before pushing her away and spitting on the floor. "I hope that was better for you than it was for me" A smile spreading across his face.

Lorarilla takes 8 poison damage.

Sayre lets a dagger fly at the lizard man!

Attack: 13 Damage: 6

OOC: WHY? Why do I EVEN try to do anything?!

Lorarila winces at the kiss but it doesn't make her react, looking at Sayre and their dagger annoyed. "That isn't necessary. He has spicy kisses, it isn't a horrible thing but definitely got to be careful of them next time. Now shoo shoo, we got info. Unless he wants to share more he has helped."

"Let's not kiss any more prisoners," Sayre replies curtly getting her dagger that just bounced off bars and clattered to her feet before storming out of the jail into the street heading for Smoke's shop.