[AW] Charisma Check; DC 30

*Amon* · 02-26-2017, 01:59 PM

The woman seemed pleased by his answer, although he had not yet decided whether or not to run her off. The arrival of his daughter was something he had not expected, having had no clue she was nearby. He asked if she had ruined his morning stroll, and as usual he was caught between berating her and coughing out a dry laugh. "On the daily, my dear daughter," he purred to her, in a silky way that might tell her she was treading on thin ice. He would not have her shame him in front of this stranger, she should know that. She would go on to speak strongly to the other woman and Amon's countenance darkened. She had not yet learned the benefit of restraining oneself. She had not taken stock of the situation; she had as little, or less of, an idea oh who this woman was as he did.

The strange woman clearly did not appreciate his daughter's tone, and through a sneer she replied in her own language that he did not know. The venom in her words was clear, though they were unintelligible. His eyes narrowed. He would broker no disrespect to him or his kin, but to say Astaroth had been asking for it was an understatement. He let out a low, rumbling growl, and in the language his father had passed down to him he said, "Σιωπή, ο Ασταρώθ. Σας ασέβεια κάποιον που θα μας οδηγήσει σε ένα γεύμα. Η βιαστική λύκος λιμοκτονεί." He then looked back to the smaller female, leveling her with a cool stare and inspecting his daughter's damage.

Luckily, she did not seem fit to launch herself at Astaroth just yet. It was nice to see at least two of them had some modicum on self control. Clearly offended (which in truth, he was caring less and less about by the second,) the shadowy woman told him to follow or not, it made no difference to her. He cast a sideways glance at Astaroth, trying to gauge the likelihood of her and the slightly smaller fae going for each other's throats. He was not certain he would step in to separate them, as Astaroth had brought it upon herself. Let her learn the consequences of her actions, he decided at last. "Come on then, Astaroth. It is impolite to refuse someone's offer of aid. Let's go find a meal," he grumbled, words gentle but tone teetering on the edge of a challenge. She'd best not back out now. Turning back to Naamah he raised a brow and said, "Lead the way, then."

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