A Rude Awakening

[Benji Copperclaw]

Benji stopped playing the lute and pointed an accusatory claw at the two archers taking potshots from the back of the barn (though a ghostly echo of the previous melody continued playing). Hey, hey! This is private show! You waits your turn. With a little flick of the wrist and a little infusion of magic, a thick wall of tangled, thorny vines and flowers suddenly erupted near the middle of the room, seemingly engulfing every object in its area and cutting off vision between the bisected sections. The spell was merely a clever illusion, yet it smelled of grass clippings and sweet pollen just like genuine wild growth. And those thorns looked mighty sharp!

The kobold then started taunting the axe wielding thug accosting Cutter. No like your smell Axe Boy. Benji sniffed in an exaggerated manner towards the thug's vicinity. Stinks of unwashed ogre toes, and desperation. The kobold cackled gleefully.

Action 1+2: Cast Illusory Object Rank 2 (looks, smells and feels like a real object)
Action 3: Bon Mot Diplomacy: 1d20+10 26 (-2 to Perception and Will for 1 minute unless they spend an action to retort. If he understands common.)