The dwarf, despite his youth and credulousness, still appears somewhat dubious about this. "I mean, if you're not sure, we shouldn't do anything, you know," he says, with the earnestness of his age.
Ah. That'll do nicely."Soldier!" I bark. "Stand to attention! And explain just what the Hells you think you're doing sharing intelligence with a complete stranger. You realise you could just have told the enemy that the outpost is all but undefended?"[Bluff: 19 + 15 = 34]
"That is 'uh, what?' Colonel," I retort, moving Fluffy a few paces closer. "I find out you've been trading military information for favours again, you'll be on skeleton polishing duty for the rest of your career. Understood? Good! Now, report, soldier! Any suspicious activity, any unusual groups of travellers, anything out of the ordinary you have witnessed during your excursions from the outpost in the last three months. At the double!"I think that's how it's done. Maybe. Eh. Close enough.[Bluff: 13 + 15 = 28]
"Better," I reply. "And where were these reports delivered? By whose order? To whom?"
[Insight: 3 + 14 = 17]
"Alright, then," I say. "You have any questions, Sergeant? Or are we done here?"
"Good," I reply. "Soldier! We were never here. You have never spoken to us. You have never met us. You do not know of our existence. Is that clear?"