Atilla Redcap
Atilla smiles an evil smile. "Perhaps this can work to our advantage also quick search for an old tonic bottle back here. If we do this infront of the shop keeps shop perhaps we can trick him into drinking some merical tonic." Atilla thinks a bit longer, "No, no, no that wont work. If he dies infront of us that wont do, lets just stick to your plan to get gold."
Atilla pushes Elsie's chair with her in it to the town square. Atilla grabs a box to stand on and shouts out to the crowed. "Come, come, come. All come and see the great healing I will preform for you today. I will help this young lass rise and walk again! I too can help you all with what ales you."
Bluff
Rolling 1d20+1:
(1)+1: Total = 2