[Suzerain of Sheol]

Ulysses: Knowledge (Local) 1d20 + 0 = 2

After listening and considering, as is his wont, Ulysses clears his throat, rising from his seat and tossing his hair back.

"This squabbling is pointless, Tanya. I can think of few flaws in Horace's plan, and if all goes well, we can move against them soon, from a much stronger position."

Ulysses: Diplomacy: 1d20 +7 = 26

Everyone has fallen silent to listen to him.

"I may not remember this Harper from my youth, but I know men and their fears. If it comes to it, Sicarius and I will deal with him."

His dark eyes flick to the abrasive woman one final time. "You will not speak to my mother in that tone again."

Ulysses: Intimidate: 1d20 +3 = 19

His glare lingers a moment longer, and then shifts to Felix, briefly, finally addressing the man's words. "A fine idea, if we wished to go into battle with blunt feders and wooden wasters. Alas, I prefer keen, hardened steel, if this Harper is even smith enough to forge it. We'll see, I suppose."