“Under your control? Oh, that makes me feel a lot better. How do we know you weel do the right thing? How do we know that you wont become influenced and swayed like so many of your people become with devils?” Misha looked you up and down for a moment, unimpressed. “It is also so adorable how you act tough. You are like leetle leaf, fragile and weak. Eet ees no wonder your people are so easily dominated. You are excellent example, choosing to interact weeth devils. Sure sure, go ahead and get een Misha’s face, even crazy enough to say you could hurt me. You could..” she looked back at the party. “But as Misha crush you into powder, what would the rest think of you?”

Though startled for second realizing Noknok had at least followed along immediately, Yoska just nods grimly in agreement. After some chin rubbing he fetches from his backpack -- the only thing left outside the form for ease -- prerolled smokeable and a baggy of rations. Plopping on his bottom to appear that much more nonthreatening, he lights smoke-able using some tinder and has a nice healthy puff of the stuff prior to turning it around, offering it to the commoners alongside the babby of rations(1 day's worth).

Weedsuasion?: 21, if helped in any way 15.

Allynna shrugs. "All you have is my word," she says calmly. "Something I don't blame you for not trusting. But you have my word that I won't let him out again. And Misha, I don't care what they think of me. That's your mistake. You think I'm doing this because of how other people think of me, because I want you to think well of me, or any of them. But I'm doing this for me. I am not afraid of you-I have been hurt far more than anything you could ever do to me. I made a mistake, and I have fully acknowledged that. But I refuse to let you make me feel small, or weak, or inferior. There are many kinds of power. I would think that a soldier of Bane would understand that." Her eyes are cool. "I have made my stance clear, and you've made yours clear as well. But perhaps you should consider that you know nothing about me before you start assuming I would be an easy target." She turns away from Misha. "I have given you my word that I will not let Gargauth out. If you will merely continue to bluster and threaten me, we have nothing more to say to each other."

Jill sets the Greatsword back down and walks over to the commoners. "I am called Jill Moon. My friends and I are here to save you."

“Ah, so you are selfish, too. Understood. Beeg deefrence between you and me. You hef geeven word, fine. Now we weel see if you can earn trust. Your word means nothing without actions to back eet up, and Misha weel watch. I em not inly one who feels thees way. You speak as eef you understand eententions of my people and why we do what we do, is amusing to hear. But at least my people fight devils, and not in league weeth them, ah?”

Allynna shrugs. "I am what I am and I never claimed to understand you or your people. This is my understanding from how you have acted towards me. But you have spent this entire conversation pouncing on my words and finding ways to turn them into personal attacks, and I am tired of it." She sighs. "I don't want to be your enemy, Misha. Corellon knows, we can hardly afford more enemies down here. But I'm not going to apologize for doing what I have to in order to keep from being broken. What would you have me do while you stand there and hurl my words back in my face? Break down crying and become a shattered mess, of no use whatsoever?"

"Misha ees not eenterested een making you feel that way." she admitted truthfully, "But, I weel protect my friends and myself from theengs I conseeder dangerous. Fine, you geef word. You explain yourself. You say your feelings, I geef you mine, too. You act een your way, I act in mine. You know where I stand. Misha weel not crush you. I could hef many times over, hed many opportunity. But, deed not, deed I? No. But Misha weel be watching." She glared at you a moment longer, and spun and walked away.

Still fueled by the frustrating conversation, she followed where Jill, Seph, and Yoska were, and blinked at the situation.

"What ees thees!" she said, annoyed and surprised. "Survivors! Why ees the ape smoking?!" She then looked frustratedly at Jill, attempting to calm down. "Come, let us usher thees people to a safe place.

(Where to?)

"I believe that Yoska is offering these people narcotics to help calm them down." I don't know, is H14 safe?

Misha made a sound with her mouth and rolled her eyes at the idea at a time like this to offer scared townsfolk drugs in the middle of a crumbling city trapped on the first level of Hell, what's more, as an ape, and storms off to check out H14.

H14 - THE CHAMBER OF TORM'S COUNCIL

A large oval table made of fine red oak fills the center of this room, and is surrounded by forty comfortable chairs. This chamber was used for meetings with individuals chosen to provide counsel to the high priests.

Allynna watches Misha go, then glances at Riannis, who pops into visibility and flutters to eye level. "I guess that went as well as it could have," she sighs. "Right then, she knows my feelings and I know hers, like she said. Guess we'll see where it goes from here." She slips into the council room quietly, Riannis behind her.

"I think you did very well at holding back all the snippy insults that were probably coming to mind."

Jill doesn't like how Misha is frustrated, so she turns around and makes a silly face at her. "If this room is safe, it would make a good place to keep the civilians." Jill will advise the civilians to stay back while she scouts.

Misha smiled at Jill, and made a face back to her. She knew how to make her feel better, and it was working.

"Yes." she said softly. "A good idea."

Jill scouts around the room, looking for any monsters that might hurt these people.

(Passive Perception of 13).

If everything is safe, Jill will suggest moving on to H13.

Yoska deadpanned back at Misha and Jill; both having missed the offering food alongside the smoke. Unable (or perhaps unwilling to revert) to speak, the Yapska scoots over to a corner to keep idle watch and protection on the civilians as Misha and co. rush off to secure a better location. After a while he'll set aside a few more days of food in packing for the civilians to have at if they wish in the meantime.

H13 - THE HALL OF SCHOLARS

This crypt holds the bones of those who served Torm and Elturel through their knowledge instead of magic or skill at arms: teachers, engineers, sages, and other public servants. Plain stone shelves in the eleven alcoves each hold one set of remains.

Persephone, if she were a dog, would be wagging her tail in H13.  “Books!  Paperwork scrolls!  YUMMY!  This is my kinda room!”

She’ll look around for anything that piques her interest (Perception: 13)(Investigation: 14)

Jill has a horrified expression on her face as Persephone goes about searching. "What are you doing? This is a crypt, not a public library! Do not go poking in the bones of the dead. C'est irrespectueux*."

*It's disrespectful

Jill will suggest H12 before Persephone wakes up the wrong dead guy. As she departs, she apologizes to all the dead people in the room, wherever their spirits are.

Nok follows Jill, mimicking her upset face, but also peering about for any interesting tidbits. 

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H13 - THE HALL OF SCHOLARS

This crypt holds the bones of those who served Torm and Elturel through their knowledge instead of magic or skill at arms: teachers, engineers, sages, and other public servants. Plain stone shelves in the eleven alcoves each hold one set of remains.

Seph: There's no books or scrolls in this room, only dead bodies.

H12 - TEMPLE OF THE HIGHEST

This large temple was used for private ceremonies involving the most powerful and respected figures in Elturel. Each of the semicircular alcoves here contains an elaborate, upright sarcophagus holding the body of a former high priest of Torm. 

H16 - MAIN CRYPTS

This large crypt area is presently home to over a hundred frightened people. They cower behind sarcophagi and in alcoves, their eyes red and their cheeks stained with tears. Standing before a large font is a haggard woman, her gray hair matted with sweat. With one arm, she clutches a leather-bound tome to her breast. In the other hand, she wields a ceremonial mace that would probably shatter if it struck anything harder than a pillow.

Pherria Jynks, an acolyte, is doing her best to keep everyone calm. She turns around at the sight of you all approaching. "Praise Torm!" she explains, "Heroes! A respite from the horrors of the place! I am Pherria. Please! You must help us! The devil patrols will soon be upon us! They have been scouring this place, searching for survivors and capturing us! For what sinister reason, I do not know. We are simple commoners, help us!" she implores.