"No seal, but these are my orders //produces orders// - the court of Silverymoon set me forth to warn allies of the encroaching giant activity. Zephyros here is transporting us to Triboar to meet with the mayor there - much faster than we could by horse or foot. Much like not all DROW are treacherous, not all cloud giants are evil. I'm sorry for the exaggeration, but I needed your attention."

// I'm assuming I was given some kind of orders but I'm sure there's no seal in which I speak with the High Marshall's authority. //

Gesturing to Zephyros, "He's also provided insight into the increased activity. And if you stop our progress to Triboar, then every death we could have helped prevent by informing them before an attack will be on your head. The soldiers of Mithril Hall follow their orders, but they are honorable, intelligent and compassionate, as well. Although Battlehammer may sit on a throne in a different city, I'm sure his imprint is still left upon each of you."

//I'm really hoping Ink is getting his history right and that there's no bad blood between the Hall and Bruenor. Sometimes reading too much can lead to crossed wires. But the Hall is an ally of Silverymoon, loosely, I'm sure. Lololol //

As you speak, you feel the presence of the invisible stalker and it rustles around.

"And what of your wicked little friend?" The rumbling, gravelly voice comes outside. "You claim to be traveling with honorable intentions, yet you keep company with a servant of elemental evil."

"Cloud Giants yes, but this is only one giant and he is trying to understand the actions of his kin as they are highly unusual. He is aiding us in finding out what's happening, and what is happening is bigger than any one peoples."

"Oh that... we ran into some cultists and found that among their possessions, rather than fight it we decided to use it"

"He has been 'bequeathed' to us by previous visitors... As soon as we reach Triboar, he will return to his plane of existence, no harm - no foul. You're right, he is an elemental and as such is neutral to all things, only as good or evil as those he is aiding. Right now, its mission is to protect Zephyros as he is our host."

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"Oh that... we ran into some cultists and found that among their possessions, rather than fight it we decided to use it"

"what it's the truth, the cultists were not friendly!" Rip says to Ink's glare

The great dragon huffs a small cloud of silvery gas, but says no more. 

The strike team awkwardly scratch their heads and look around. "Well...then, I suppose we can let this one slide, eh?" The leader says to the rest. Seeing Flint struggle to the top, one of the other dwarves will reach down and offer him a hand up.

Ink sighs and makes an obvious sign of prayer. 

//the fact that posts go up while I'm still typing can lead to hilarious results //

I like to imagine that at some point during this conversation Angel just flew up yelling stop but seeing that people weren’t fighting just kind of floated there. 

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I like to imagine that at some point during this conversation Angel just flew up yelling stop but seeing that people weren’t fighting just kind of floated there. 

To the dwarves, "Good dwarves of Mithral Hall, I ask for your trust. Bring your ally in - or on the cloud - he's quite big, I'm not sure he fits..." Turning to the dragon, "I don't suppose you can shapechange so that you can come in and speak to this cloud giant yourself and see he's no threat?!? I can tell by your scales that you are a fair sort." 

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To the dwarves, "Good dwarves of Mithral Hall, I ask for your trust. Bring your ally in - or on the cloud - he's quite big, I'm not sure he fits..." Turning to the dragon, "I don't suppose you can shapechange so that you can come in and speak to this cloud giant yourself and see he's no threat?!? I can tell by your scales that you are a fair sort." 

// Since Rip was also talking - a bit - would that count as help? :D //

//oh well here we go//

1st roll: 19

If with advantage: 5

//HOLY COW!! //

//when you needed it most, the fabled nat 20 appears!//

In swirl of creamy silver and blue sparks, the dragon's form melts away to reveal a beautiful, silver-haired elf woman with mithral armor and a gleaming broadsword strapped to her back. 

"As you wish," the dragon-elf says to Ink. Looking at Rip astride Marav, she winks. "I was only doing this as a favor to Queen of Mithral Hall, but I am intrigued," she says with a beguiling smile. "What have you to say for yourself, giant?"

Ink's jaw drops... For a multitude of reasons.