The tiefling girl shuffles off for awhile, and when she returns she hands Mimo a note with a smile and a lewd wink. The note reads, "Sodkiller not as dumb as he looks. There IS portal in wine celler. Boss won't tell anyone key. Also small window in celler, will unlock when I next go down."
The other patrons won't discuss escape plans openly of course, but Mimo and Qurilln get the gist of where they stand; The blue goblin is sodding useless, he can barely keep from falling off his stool. The gnomes are cautious, they've only heard stories about the Sodkillers, but what stories they've heard! The Dire Kobold is cautious too, but seems more willing. Being Sigilan, he knows all about the Sodkillers, and though he fears them, is still willing to mess up their plans, assuming he can get away with it.
[DMing: Lots of drinks on bar. Want them to ignite? Just ask Stitch to mix 'em strong.]
Mimo catches the attention of the remaining staff member, the tiefling girl.
“My sweet charming lady, would you be so kind as to help me with a “special” order?”.
Waving her close, he leans in and whispers softly:
“The intrusion upon this grand establishment is distasteful to say the least. You seem to share your fine host’s attitude towards these oppressors, and some of us here might intend to deny them their quarry. What I ask of you is simple and fairly harmless... Might I request that you place a large tankard of ale on the bar near the captain, and tend to your duties near it? Things might get a bit… chaotic in a little while, and if they do, it would be most unfortunate if a tankard of brew accidently was spilled into his lap…”
[Diplomacy check below]
Mimo discreetly presses a gold piece into her hand, then raises his voice again and gives her a wink. “Think about it, my dear, we halflings may be small, but we are nimble with our fingers!” he says, his suddenly rowdy manner used to weave a cover for his previous whisperings.
After she leaves, he turns back to the others, his voice lowered again.
“Seems like our dear host is ready to explode at a moment’s notice, which should work to our advantage... So what say you to my proposal? We conclude our “celebrations” by spinning a grand tale for all to hear. We try to capture the attention of as many Sodkillers as we can, just as our dear shining gentleman here did, and use what options we have to add to the distraction – I have a bit of illusory skill myself, for example. In the ensuing confusion, our dear jester escapes out the back door, and we rendezvous at… the Festhall, for instance?”
[OOC: Did Mimo get a feel for whether any of the patrons that remained behind, could be counted on for assistance, in case we tried to help Stich escape?
Also, does it seem like the abundance of drinks could be ignited?]