"'Then dear Iolo, let me, losing, conqueror be.' Apt quote. Although Iolo stabs Gwenno in that play." (DM rolls 1d20: 11!) Leander gestures to a chair. "Let's drop our masks. I suspect that you're not a lovestruck noble, and you suspect I'm not a simple thespian. I think you want something from me, and I'll tell you frankly, I'm perfectly willing to entertain offers."
"No masks it is. I want you to drop your support for the duke."
First, let me introduce you to my comrade, Mandra. then #1
Leander, you have the adoration of the crowds and rich rewards from your patrons. What could I possibly have to offer? But you sent 50 men to support the duke against the king and this is treason...
"Oh! I forgot to mention. Mandra drank a memory," Timmins shivers, (DM rolls 1d6: 3!) "of Leander as a hungry beggar child singing for coppers. Make of that what you will." You find your way to Leander's room backstage. "Ah, the mysterious Lady Mearls!" Leander flashes a gorgeous grin. "I heard you put on quite a performance this morning. The Duel, a Comedy in One Act. Am I your next conquest?"
Oh my dear Sir, you do flatter me too much... peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party the loser.
"I do not seek conquest, only the betterment of my hosts here. I am outrunning a prophecy and believe that you have a part to play in bringing destruction to all around us. Pray tell, what is the nature of your allegience to the Duke?"
"Rather I'm yours, dear Leander." (charm)