Gameplay 3 - Demonic Petitioner

Cyrind'ae rolls her Insight

Fritz lets out an audible gasp upon seeing the fire, but calms himself enough to take a harder look at the situation.

Nar instinctively steps in front of Grok and scans the crowd, particularly the bar owner, reaching out with the support of Tyr to find those demons.

Jhishma clutches the wrought iron snowflake at his breast and says a silent prayer to his Patron, Lady of Winter's Court, for guidance in detecting the fiends who seem so cunning in their disguises.

Instinctively, on being accused, Grok takes a step back and tries --rather unsuccessfully-- to look small. Absentmindedly he starts fidgeting with the dagger while trying to make sense of the situation.

Failing to see through the deception of the woman, Cyrind'ae starts doubting Grok's story for a moment and is tempted to ask Grok if it is possible he might not have knocked over a candle in his frantic flight from the inn, but catches herself. Turning to the townguards, she tells them.

"This is ridiculous. Do you truly believe we would have offered you our help and followed you here had we known one among our mist was the culprit of the very crime you came to investigate? Clearly there is some form of mistaken identity at work here... perhaps even racism... maybe to this woman, all half-orcs look alike..."

"HORNS! She hornie! Look!" Grok yells out accusatively and points at her with fury in his eyes, only the figurative leash of the party restraining him from making a bloody scene.

But as his fingers leaves the dagger he stops in his stride and looks befuddled for a moment, he then looks down at his dagger, picks it up, looks back at her, drops the dagger, squints at her and grumbles a bit. A breath or two later the proverbial light dawns in his mind, and he picks up the dagger and walks to Nar. "Brother, touch it!"

"Something diabolical is going on here," declares Jhishma, confident in his divinely led instincts. He strides purposefully and directly towards one of the patrons whose aura offends his Paladin senses and grabs her head, right where her horns otherwise would be. He then stares her up and down, attempting to peer through any false appearances.

Oops!
[he says, grinningly]

Fritz narrows his eyes, half angrily, half quizzically and points a finger, like an exclamation point, at the "lady."

"You're a liar," he says with contempt.

"What the blazes?" Owen says aloud in confusion.

A bit surprised at the outburst from the paladin, but glad to be believed, Grok drops into a fighting crouch and reverses the dagger in his hand.

Nar reaches out to touch the offered dagger while looking at the bar patrons, pulling back just in time to avoid losing a finger when Grok went all navy seal.

Cyrind'ae, seeing her companions get into combat stance does the same even though she does not understands what is going on...

Jhishma uses his divine authority to Command, "Drop it!" while pointing to the brandished cudgel. If she obeys he kicks it away and out of reach.