((
Persuasion:
Somebody get Val.))
1d100 = 92
((My dice rolling app fucking
hates you guys, Christ.))
Blitha looks absolutely bewildered by Galen's pitch. Perhaps she's a freshman minister, because her grasp on policy and the politics of it seems tenuous at best. Still, perhaps that makes her easier to sway. If Galen continues pressing--
The pair are interrupted by a halfling bearing a clipboard who knocks on the door on his way in as more of a formality than a request for entry. "Hey Blitha, whip count," he says, looking at his tallies. "Where are you leaning on the Drow citizenship measure?"
"Uh--"
"Party line is a 'no.'"
"Ah--"
"I'll put you down as a 'no,'" he says, making a check mark on his tally board. "The party appreciates your loyalty."
Looking up for the first time, he sees Galen standing before Blitha's desk. He glances back and forth between the ranger and Blitha's agitated state. "Hey!" he says, gesturing with his piece of chalk. "Is this clown giving you trouble?"
"Um--"
The halfling sticks his head out the door and shouts, "Security! We got a guy harassing one of our people over here!"
In short order, Galen finds himself escorted off the premises by a pair of armed guards, the fuming halfling only a pace behind. At the foyer, he snatches the badge off Galen's cloak and looks at it. "Oliff's muscle, eh?" he says, showing the badge to the guards. "No one wearing one of these gets past the front door until I say so, understand?" After the guards acknowledge the order, he tosses the medal at Galen's feet. "Get the hells out of here."
((The Chamber Farni is now off limits. If any of you want to do anything further with them, you'll have to get to them some other way.))