Jan's eyes sparkle mischievously up at the paladin, towering over the fracas. "Do you prefer 'sweet talk' or 'fear of god'?? Huh? Huh?!?" At the paladin's non response, she giggles to herself. "Dealer's choice, then. Bit of both? ATTENTION, LIZARDFOLK!" the gnome's shrill voice pierces the sounds of lizardmen, those scurrying away from the keep or scrambling for purchase up from the pits strewn about the clearing. "We, your benevolent captors, have freed you from the tyrannic grasp of your former chieftain, and are prepared to show mercy, IF AND ONLY IF you cease your fighting and do not attempt to flee! Failure to obey these most merciful and gracious terms will be met with with severe punishment!!"
As though to punctuate her remarks, she gestures dismissively toward the fleeing druid, beneath whose feet appears a slick pool of liquid.
Spoiler: ActionsCast Grease, DC 17, underneath the feet of the fleeing, disabled lizard druid.
Dunno if it's a move action this round or over the following rounds, but Janstina does some combination of:
Diplomacy:(1d20+12)[30]
Intimidate: (1d20+10)[20]
to encourage the remaining lizardfolk to comply with her spoken orders, and neither fight nor flee.
Jan, already wide-eyed from the description of the harrying last few days, releases an audible gasp in recognition of their old "acquaintance".
"Yes! Well, wait, no. Maybe?" she looks up at Frederick before continuing, "Well, if he's the lizard-man that we... met? a ways back, he'll recognize us- some of us, at least- and, well, while it's hard to say for sure that you can trust any lizard man, he'll trust us, and maybe we just see where we go from there!" She looks up at Frederick and the other Heironeans expectantly."Shall we bring him up from his cell? Would you let him lead you to their lair to rescue our brothers- and sister-in-arms?"