[IC] Chapter 1-11: The Sea of Hate

[Toot]

What the hell? Witchcraft! - he looks shocked - ..... What kind of ugly rat are you? - asks him the uglier half-human
But he is happy because he is not the only one "nice person" is the team.

Toot shrugs.  "Me think Rats are beautiful!" 
[Jermlaines receive a -6 penalty on Charisma.  He would have a 13 Charisma to Jermlaines.   ]

[Bardic Knowledge [1d20+11] = 17+11 = 28 re Jermlaine]

"Wow I had never thought to encounter any of your kin, most are quite awful to us gnome, it explains a lot. Well, I have no ill will towards you, and you obviously have not tried to eat me yet, which as far as I know of your kin, is a definite sign of peace."

Toot angrily stands up in his tiny stirrups and squeaks, "We awful to you?  Jermlaine a great and noble race no thanks to yous!  Glittergold be damned for what his joke do to us!  And those who escaped were turned into slaves for so longs we withered away and became nothing more than vermin to be stepped on by big folk.  But Jermlaine resilient!  We fought back from extinction!  Now we everywhere!"  Toot calms himself a bit and then continues, "But for now Toot puts bad past away.  We maybe build bridges instead of chopping them down.  So now me will give all of you the true Jermlaine greeting that Toot not able to give to you's while disguised!"   

Toot puts down his crossbow and then lifts his dirty leather tunic to reveal his jiggly potbelly.  He then proceeds to lift his folds of skin.  "Toot showing you's, me's has no hidden weapons to hurt you's all with... See?  None there.... None... there... Whew! Toot a little ripe.  You's wanna smells it too?  No?  Ok... Save that for later..."  Once he has displayed every nook and cranny on his body he pulls down his tunic and sits in his tiny saddle.