JIC: 1d100 = 13: 13 1d20 = 8: 8
Perc: 63%: / 1d100 = 57: 57
Listening and Awareness -- 34% / 1d100 = 54: 54 (Directed at Evard mostly for any subtle words.)
Invoke Trust: 70% (With Evard) / 1d100 = 37: 37
The magic pumping through Silhouette demands motion as she paces back and forth waiting for the bandits. When they never come due to fear, of her or more likely Predat’s vehement promise of death, two parts of her went to war. One demands that she chase and crush them in her hatred for humanity in the shape of such detestable rabble. The other part of discipline, training, her father’s teachings to exercise economy of action and concise completion of action told her the mission was done.
After minutes of silence except the sound of her grinding teeth squelching into the darkness, the magical adrenaline evaporates from her system and the fleetness too leaves her drooping as she follows Pre back to the others, with Durak and the banker’s voices leading the way to an exit. Glancing back down the tunnels darkness she felt fury that they had not made a mad rush into her but turning her head to watch Predat she was also glad for his threat driving them away. She was her own Blade Mage and in nothing happening for her to fight, nothing of herself was betrayed in overexerting herself. Sheathing her weapons, she sighs a long breath that told of danger passed as the changeling then climbs out of the sewer with the others.
Following languidly Silhouette’s normally childlike exuberance to skip and lead the way seems left in the sewers as they approach and enter the Weary Journeyman. Finding a seat with Tyral and Durak and the banker Evard, Silhouette seems nonchalant with her back to the taverns entrance as she side-eyes the rescued man. Weary inside, appropriately so for the establishment, Silhouette asks any standing waitress for a dark bread and sweet butter or honey and butter would do instead, with a side of tea.
Turning her eyes on Evard to agree with him her voice croaks,”You are right.” Lightly clearing her throat, she continues sounding as if she’d just been rescued from a dessert,”It is daylight and they will plan, just as we will.” Smiling Silhouette shrugs adding as her voice relaxes tiredly,”You’re scared aren’t you? And you can’t see why we aren’t? That is, you know they don’t need you anymore.” Looking to her allies she continues,”He’s told them all they wanted.”
Lips turning up in a saccharine smile the changeling continues,”When they find us, they won’t save a blade for you too. Not while with us or once we turn you over to your boss. You are not safe at home or at your work, from where they took you once already.” Nodding Silhouette continues,”We are not afraid as you, because we always have knives to our throats.” Lifting her head she indicates their success at survival saying,"You will see a distinct lack of scars."
Crossing her elbows on the table she leans forward commiserating with Evard,”I understand your fear and you may think we can't protect you if they only let us go. I promise, if you tell us all they asked and plainly what you did tell, we can make an even better plan than what they think they are doing by letting us go.” Tapping her finger on the table she adds,”You see, one very truthful moment now will cost you nothing, but your future safety if we are not armed to end them first.”
Soothingly she continues as if talking to a babe while talking to Evard she indicates Tyral,”He is a mage’s guild man and sworn to your Duke and in this we are still on the Merch's pay. I will stay to my word to you as a Merch's man we are employed too and you can be calmed in trusting my next request. I, Silhouette, will seek no more than what they asked and did to you.”
Leaning back Silhouette continues softly, placating,”Evard, I can read minds. if you allow and do not fight me, I can find something they said or that you saw that might help us. That will help you keep living a long and fruitful life.” Leaning her head sideways she adds with a frown,”But if you do not want me to…” Shaking her head sadly,”It will be up to us to succeed by the swinging of our arms alone without knowing who our enemy might be.” Looking at a waitress Silhouette points, then points at a patron, then another patron explaining,”Anyone of them could be our enemy, but if they attack, who is most likely to get out of a fight alive? You? Or the ones who do nothing but fight.” Letting that stand she waits letting the man think and consider, though Silhouette looks even more haggard than before from the effort of playing so much nice with the man.
P.P.E.: 164/164 | I.S.P.: 58/58 | H.P.: 45/45 | S.D.C.:65/65
Conditions:Sixth Sense, Recognize various magics(see O.O.C. special abilities); Languages: Eastern, Elven, Dwarven, Wolfen, Gnomish, Gobblely, Sign-language
Armor: Studded Leather (AR13 / 38/38 SDC (-5% mobility)
Weapon: In-Hand: Bow. On person: Silver dagger & two dwarven daggers in sheath at belt, 2x throwing inside wrist armor/2x throwing in boots & 36 arrows on back.