So this is something from last weeks Pathfinder session. Here's a little bit of background. We're playing Reign of Winter, and our party is currently my grenadier alchemist, my boyfriend's archeologist bard, a Duergar monk, a paladin that has a yak drawn cart, and the DM's necromancer. We're heading to the White Tower when we meet up with a Witch Crow.
Crow: What are you guys doing way out here?
Bard: Oh, we're traveling....yak...salesmen.
Crow: Really? What kind of yaks do you sell? ones for work or livestock?
Me: Both! Totally both.
Crow: Well, where are they?
Bard: In our yak bag! *gestures to necromancer's bag of holding dubbed the Science Bag*
Crow: But that's a bag of holding, they can't live in there.
Bard: It's specialty made for the yaks. Want to see? *rolled a 29 on his bluff*
Crow: *rolled a 4 on both sense motive and wisdom check**DM face palms* Sure!
The crow then sticks his face in the bag, only to be grappled and pulled in by one of his zombies.
And that's how we averted a 30 minute fight.
Listening to: Welcome to Night Vale
Watching: Looney Toons