“Well! What happens next?” Quilla walks up to the bar and sits down, “If this is a democracy, I vote we go back to bed. However, I presume we can’t, not sure why. Would someone like to explain why?”
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"It is not so easy!" Ember did agree with a happy little cheer. She held something in her grip, a small letter of some kind that she fished off of one of the bodies. "See we weren't exactly...discreet."
Rheim snorted and turned her head to the side with a bitter smile. "Hard to be discreet when you are attacked in the middle of the night. The repairs alone are going to be troubling." Rheim massaged her forehead with an annoyed groan. "Then there is obviously the Tenur mansion...honestly, boy, cultists?" Rheim eyed Wilkas and then glanced to the young Darkmast. It took her a second before she frowned, frustrated. "What do you know?"
Tamela dipped her head and said softly, fingers wrapped tight around her cousins weapon of choice. "I know these bastards killed my cousin. I could see them heading in your direction." She glanced to the group and then said in barely a whisper, "He wanted to seek out the Silentshadow."
Rheim frowned. "The Silentshadow? Foolish to say such things in the open." She slammed a glass of water down in offering. "Drink up, then head home. Your family is in enough of a mess to be found here at this hour."
Ember, while Rheim spoke with Tamela, hopped back up onto the counter and waved cheerily at Vladofshky, Quilla, and Tilda specifically. She uncurled the paper she'd found, stained with the blood of whomever's corpse it was on, and hummed as she read. Slowly her humming trailed and her eyes narrowed, and then she huffed angrily. "SO," Ember said loudly, drawing attention of the room. "Does anyone speak Infernal? Sad to say I never learned that one."
"Well, I've barely been in town, what, half a day now? Yeah, half a day. I come back to the city and hear that there's a tiefling cult just attacked the city. When my house is destroyed, and my family killed, the fact that I'm attacked by two people in robes, one of whom is a tiefling, I think it's a fair assumption that it was probably that cult."
Wilkas sits down as he speaks. Naberius' spirit stirs within him, attempting to influence him to speak for even longer, but it takes little effort to quell that urge, even tired as he is.
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Aquariel shook her head in response to Ember's question. "I cannot help you there. My people have never had a need for it." Turning to look at Rheim and Wilkas, she asked "What cult?"
Quilla snaps her fingers, "You know, I'm working on a spell for that! Until then, an infernal to gnomish dictionary and a quiet place to read should do the trick!"
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"I too am working on something for these situations, though probably a bit different than Quilla. However for now, only call me for gnomish and dwarvish" Vladofshky answered.
Ember pouted. "Well there goes that idea," she mumbled disdainfully. "Rheim we might have to wake Zenyth up to read this."
Rheim made a motion for Ember to hand over the note, and she skimmed it. Her lips curled into distaste. "Why ever would you want Zenyth to read anything from them?"
Ember waved her hand and huffed, "Because they sent these foolish children to attack us, ruin your business, kill innocent patrons? Why else?" While Rheim contemplated going into the bedroom to pull Zenyth out of a much needed slumber--she glanced to Teyl and then away--Ember turned back toward the group. "Okay, listen up. This isn't some cult. Yeah there's a bunch o' Tieflings involved; not gonna lie it kinda sucks when you're seen as the devil incarnate in some places, y'know? And yeah they're bein' a right nuisance--sorry about your place, Wilkas. Although I dunno why they'd attack you. Did you do something stupid?" Ember cocked her head to regard the Tenur heir. "Hm, knowin' you? Probably, right?"
After a moment Ember shook her head. At this time Rheim stepped away from the bar while Ember spun her tale. "See there are people here--good people--who are tryin' to understand all that is left behind. This?" Ember motioned toward the city. "This just ain't some relic that survived. That doesn't make sense. It's too grand, too mystical. Have any of you been in the Spire?" She eyed the group and her gaze landed on Ulrich. She pointed. "You have, haven't you, child?" After a moment, determinant, she nodded to herself. "Yes, yes you know what I mean. You've seen the walls--the windows, right?"
Ember's lips curled as she leaned forward, a soft sort of giggle escaped her. "Places like the Spire are coveted, but they hold secrets. There is more to this land than you or I can see. That--"
"I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"
Ember stopped speaking and glanced back toward the door to the bedroom, face suddenly pinched into worry and pale. She whispered, "Oh no."
Wilkas winces as the unknown person yells, before speaking.
"Okay, fair enough. I've never had a problem with tieflings before today. Most seemed like nice enough people. I've only been back in town half a day, so I have only gossip to go on, in regards to what to call them. If you wish to correct me with regards to what to call them, I'm open to criticism right now."
Something approaching a grin flashes across his face, quickly fading.
"As for what I've done, perhaps, but I know not what it is. I mean, I have a suspicion based on what they wrote in blood on the inner walls of the mansion, but their claims don't quite align with the facts of what it might be."
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Quilla frowns, crosses her arms and begins to tap her foot, "You people ramble, shout, and speak in generalities. What's going on, and why can't I just go back to bed?"
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"Zenyth! Control yourself!" Rheim shouted back and Ember gnawed on her lip. She glanced toward the party, didn't bother to acknowledge anything at first because her eyes were wide and a small nervous fidget started with her hands.
"Oh," Ember muttered. "They didn't." Her gaze darted to Teyl and then she grimaced. She turned herself around to fully face the group. "Wilkas, boy, we'll talk about extra curricular activities that would lend toward retaliation in severity," Ember said quickly, sharply, before she shot a vicious grin at Quilla. "You want answers? Fine. Kryeus Desire wants nothing more than to see Zenyth suffer. To see us all suffer. The tieflings behind the attack? The unrest in the streets? The crackdown on magic? All of their maneuvering. This is just another attack upon many to discredit Rheim, to hurt Zenyth. You cannot go back to bed because there is no bed to return to here." Ember's eyes narrowed. "Soon the Cleric will arrive, he will see the bloodshed, he will make his assumptions. Zenyth will suffer the consequences. I will suffer the consequences. Rheim won't be harmed because she has clout, she has weight--she is a hero, after all--and Vior is her husband. You...all of you? You would be blamed before Zenyth or I merely for your unknown faces." Ember leaned forward until she was almost into Quilla's face.
"You are strangers in a very strange land, child, and this land does not welcome strangers lightly. Tread softly, or the beasts waiting in the shadows will devour you whole."
Ember jumped to her feet and quickly dashed into the bedroom where Zenyth struggled before anyone could say anything.
Quilla looks up to the rest of the group, "What now? It sounds like we have a mysterious person to learn about and possibly a few more winks to catch. I don't think we can do either of those things here."
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Ulrich tried his best to process all of this new information turning up from the situation at hand, and everything Ember was saying about the Spire and about the matter of those being made to suffer before she made her dash out of the room. All of it left Ulrich overwhelmed.
At hearing Quilla's question and statement, Ulrich looked down to her and over to the rest of the group, quietly answering, "I've no intention of being here to take the blame for this. We should at the very least leave this place before that happens."
He hesitated for a moment before adding, "My name is Ulrich, by the way," as he hadn't yet introduced himself to the others, he recalled, and this seemed the best chance to do so thus far. Given the situation, he figured some cooperation with these individuals would be required, as much as the idea put him on edge.
"Wilkas Tenur. House Tenur. Sick of running around the city in the dead of night. Where would you suggest we go, Ulrich? With my house burning down, I was planning on sleeping here, but that's evidently out of the question now."
Wilkas looks at each of the others in the room in turn, deciding that they seem decent enough people, if a little ill-mannered (though, he thinks to himself, that could easily be pinned on the fact they were attacked in the middle of the night). He decides to push the mention of an urban legend such as Kryeus Desire from his mind for now. Already too much to worry about right now.
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Brash leans to Aquariel “this is very distressing.” He tells her under his breath. He feels loyalty to Rheim but doesn’t want to be blamed for any of this when he was only defending himself and others. “I suggest we move this conversation else where and quickly”
He approaches Rheim “ma’am, is there anything I can do for you before we go and do you have any suggestions as to where to go” trying to divert her attention and descale the situation.
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By the time Brash made his way over toward the doorway to the bedroom, an obvious sight that suggested this was where Rheim and Vior slept, Zenyth had significantly calmed. He was slumped over Vior with Ember speaking quietly, almost trance-like to him and very soft, very quiet undertones. Rheim turned toward Brash--she looked worn out, tired.
"Yes," Rheim said, and scrubbed a hand down her face. "Yes, right. We need to get you somewhere where you can finish--I am sorry." She led Brash from the room just as Zenyth crooned, "Vael...."
"It's alright, Zen-zen," Ember whispered. "I'll fix this."
Rheim returned to the party and nodded sharply to herself as if she had come to a decision. "Alright. Alright," she said. "We will answer all of your questions, and clearly," she glanced toward Ember with a faint scowl, "but...there has been a development." Rheim grimaced. "I hate to ask of you anything after tonight's events, but, well...the letter--Vael has been taken." Rheim looked to each of them. "Vael is Zenyth's...is his son."
Brash, Aquariel, and Wilkas would remember Vael as the half-elf who came into the bar and fought with Zenyth earlier in the evening. He had seemed quite lively then, furstrated with whatever Zenyth refused to allow him to do.
Rheim licked her lips. "Zenyth is protective of his children," Rheim told them. She looked to Teyl. "All of his children." She looked back to the party. "Teyl will--he will live, if you were worried about that. He is not dead, but in a death-like state. Kyreus Desire has taken one of Zenyth's children, and now another. He is not--it is troubling." Unlike herself Rheim stumbled over her words. She kept rubbing her arms or her face, almost as if to comfort and gather her nerves. "The letter suggests he was taken two days ago," Rheim finally admitted. "That--that is something we greatly fear."
Rheim shuffled, then nodded to herself. She looked at the party almost--she looked worried. "I hate to ask of you anything, I swear, but I cannot leave to find him. I have to stay here and handle Carric, work on mitigating this newest--disaster," Rheim grimaced. "Zenyth and Ember cannot leave because of--well. Let's just say that it would be detrimental if they were to vanish in the night after this, but you--you are unknown's here. Except for you Wilkas, I do apologize." She nodded to Wilkas. "Please...please help us find Vael. Help us figure out when he was really taken. To see him tonight but be told it was a lie? Rheim looked away. "This is not right...."
At this time Ember strode out from the room. A glance would show Zenyth out, placed into a magical sleep to stop him from doing anything rash. "We'll pay," Ember said sharply. "Zenyth and I will pay to have Vael returned safe and sound. We'll provide rations, items, potions--please." Ember kept herself reserved, almost cold as she watched the group. "I'll lead you out of here, out of the building and help get you to a safe place to rest, but please. Twenty gold, each, for his rescue. Half up front, I swear. Potions too. Just...help us get him home."
"Taken two days ago? I'm sure I saw him earlier. You have my aid, as I doubt I will be safe from the Veiled One either way. That, and I doubt I'll be able to access the Tenur bank account while the authorities investigate the husk of the house."
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Aquariel looked at Brash, "We were looking for work." Turning to Ember and Rheim, she adds "I don't understand most of this, but I understand searching for and protecting family. I will help." Then to the two gnomes and the halfling she adds, "And what of you? Will you join us?"
Vladofshky answered in a more serious tone than before. "I can't find it in me not to help, after tonight." Then he added. "But I am intrigued about what Wilkas said. I doubt he'd be in two places at the same time, or roaming while captured. Could it be a mistake? A trick? Or is it a bluff?"
“Well! What happens next?” Quilla walks up to the bar and sits down, “If this is a democracy, I vote we go back to bed. However, I presume we can’t, not sure why. Would someone like to explain why?”
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"It is not so easy!" Ember did agree with a happy little cheer. She held something in her grip, a small letter of some kind that she fished off of one of the bodies. "See we weren't exactly...discreet."
Rheim snorted and turned her head to the side with a bitter smile. "Hard to be discreet when you are attacked in the middle of the night. The repairs alone are going to be troubling." Rheim massaged her forehead with an annoyed groan. "Then there is obviously the Tenur mansion...honestly, boy, cultists?" Rheim eyed Wilkas and then glanced to the young Darkmast. It took her a second before she frowned, frustrated. "What do you know?"
Tamela dipped her head and said softly, fingers wrapped tight around her cousins weapon of choice. "I know these bastards killed my cousin. I could see them heading in your direction." She glanced to the group and then said in barely a whisper, "He wanted to seek out the Silentshadow."
Rheim frowned. "The Silentshadow? Foolish to say such things in the open." She slammed a glass of water down in offering. "Drink up, then head home. Your family is in enough of a mess to be found here at this hour."
Ember, while Rheim spoke with Tamela, hopped back up onto the counter and waved cheerily at Vladofshky, Quilla, and Tilda specifically. She uncurled the paper she'd found, stained with the blood of whomever's corpse it was on, and hummed as she read. Slowly her humming trailed and her eyes narrowed, and then she huffed angrily. "SO," Ember said loudly, drawing attention of the room. "Does anyone speak Infernal? Sad to say I never learned that one."
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"Well, I've barely been in town, what, half a day now? Yeah, half a day. I come back to the city and hear that there's a tiefling cult just attacked the city. When my house is destroyed, and my family killed, the fact that I'm attacked by two people in robes, one of whom is a tiefling, I think it's a fair assumption that it was probably that cult."
Wilkas sits down as he speaks. Naberius' spirit stirs within him, attempting to influence him to speak for even longer, but it takes little effort to quell that urge, even tired as he is.
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Brash speaks up “I’m new to this city and know nothing of these cultist. Why attack me?”
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Aquariel shook her head in response to Ember's question. "I cannot help you there. My people have never had a need for it." Turning to look at Rheim and Wilkas, she asked "What cult?"
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Quilla snaps her fingers, "You know, I'm working on a spell for that! Until then, an infernal to gnomish dictionary and a quiet place to read should do the trick!"
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"I too am working on something for these situations, though probably a bit different than Quilla. However for now, only call me for gnomish and dwarvish" Vladofshky answered.
Ember pouted. "Well there goes that idea," she mumbled disdainfully. "Rheim we might have to wake Zenyth up to read this."
Rheim made a motion for Ember to hand over the note, and she skimmed it. Her lips curled into distaste. "Why ever would you want Zenyth to read anything from them?"
Ember waved her hand and huffed, "Because they sent these foolish children to attack us, ruin your business, kill innocent patrons? Why else?" While Rheim contemplated going into the bedroom to pull Zenyth out of a much needed slumber--she glanced to Teyl and then away--Ember turned back toward the group. "Okay, listen up. This isn't some cult. Yeah there's a bunch o' Tieflings involved; not gonna lie it kinda sucks when you're seen as the devil incarnate in some places, y'know? And yeah they're bein' a right nuisance--sorry about your place, Wilkas. Although I dunno why they'd attack you. Did you do something stupid?" Ember cocked her head to regard the Tenur heir. "Hm, knowin' you? Probably, right?"
After a moment Ember shook her head. At this time Rheim stepped away from the bar while Ember spun her tale. "See there are people here--good people--who are tryin' to understand all that is left behind. This?" Ember motioned toward the city. "This just ain't some relic that survived. That doesn't make sense. It's too grand, too mystical. Have any of you been in the Spire?" She eyed the group and her gaze landed on Ulrich. She pointed. "You have, haven't you, child?" After a moment, determinant, she nodded to herself. "Yes, yes you know what I mean. You've seen the walls--the windows, right?"
Ember's lips curled as she leaned forward, a soft sort of giggle escaped her. "Places like the Spire are coveted, but they hold secrets. There is more to this land than you or I can see. That--"
"I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"
Ember stopped speaking and glanced back toward the door to the bedroom, face suddenly pinched into worry and pale. She whispered, "Oh no."
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Wilkas winces as the unknown person yells, before speaking.
"Okay, fair enough. I've never had a problem with tieflings before today. Most seemed like nice enough people. I've only been back in town half a day, so I have only gossip to go on, in regards to what to call them. If you wish to correct me with regards to what to call them, I'm open to criticism right now."
Something approaching a grin flashes across his face, quickly fading.
"As for what I've done, perhaps, but I know not what it is. I mean, I have a suspicion based on what they wrote in blood on the inner walls of the mansion, but their claims don't quite align with the facts of what it might be."
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Aquariel jumps a bit at the shout. Still very unclear about what all is happening, she remains silent, but listens carefully to what is being said.
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Quilla frowns, crosses her arms and begins to tap her foot, "You people ramble, shout, and speak in generalities. What's going on, and why can't I just go back to bed?"
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"Zenyth! Control yourself!" Rheim shouted back and Ember gnawed on her lip. She glanced toward the party, didn't bother to acknowledge anything at first because her eyes were wide and a small nervous fidget started with her hands.
"Oh," Ember muttered. "They didn't." Her gaze darted to Teyl and then she grimaced. She turned herself around to fully face the group. "Wilkas, boy, we'll talk about extra curricular activities that would lend toward retaliation in severity," Ember said quickly, sharply, before she shot a vicious grin at Quilla. "You want answers? Fine. Kryeus Desire wants nothing more than to see Zenyth suffer. To see us all suffer. The tieflings behind the attack? The unrest in the streets? The crackdown on magic? All of their maneuvering. This is just another attack upon many to discredit Rheim, to hurt Zenyth. You cannot go back to bed because there is no bed to return to here." Ember's eyes narrowed. "Soon the Cleric will arrive, he will see the bloodshed, he will make his assumptions. Zenyth will suffer the consequences. I will suffer the consequences. Rheim won't be harmed because she has clout, she has weight--she is a hero, after all--and Vior is her husband. You...all of you? You would be blamed before Zenyth or I merely for your unknown faces." Ember leaned forward until she was almost into Quilla's face.
"You are strangers in a very strange land, child, and this land does not welcome strangers lightly. Tread softly, or the beasts waiting in the shadows will devour you whole."
Ember jumped to her feet and quickly dashed into the bedroom where Zenyth struggled before anyone could say anything.
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Quilla looks up to the rest of the group, "What now? It sounds like we have a mysterious person to learn about and possibly a few more winks to catch. I don't think we can do either of those things here."
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Ulrich tried his best to process all of this new information turning up from the situation at hand, and everything Ember was saying about the Spire and about the matter of those being made to suffer before she made her dash out of the room. All of it left Ulrich overwhelmed.
At hearing Quilla's question and statement, Ulrich looked down to her and over to the rest of the group, quietly answering, "I've no intention of being here to take the blame for this. We should at the very least leave this place before that happens."
He hesitated for a moment before adding, "My name is Ulrich, by the way," as he hadn't yet introduced himself to the others, he recalled, and this seemed the best chance to do so thus far. Given the situation, he figured some cooperation with these individuals would be required, as much as the idea put him on edge.
"Wilkas Tenur. House Tenur. Sick of running around the city in the dead of night. Where would you suggest we go, Ulrich? With my house burning down, I was planning on sleeping here, but that's evidently out of the question now."
Wilkas looks at each of the others in the room in turn, deciding that they seem decent enough people, if a little ill-mannered (though, he thinks to himself, that could easily be pinned on the fact they were attacked in the middle of the night). He decides to push the mention of an urban legend such as Kryeus Desire from his mind for now. Already too much to worry about right now.
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Brash leans to Aquariel “this is very distressing.” He tells her under his breath. He feels loyalty to Rheim but doesn’t want to be blamed for any of this when he was only defending himself and others. “I suggest we move this conversation else where and quickly”
He approaches Rheim “ma’am, is there anything I can do for you before we go and do you have any suggestions as to where to go” trying to divert her attention and descale the situation.
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By the time Brash made his way over toward the doorway to the bedroom, an obvious sight that suggested this was where Rheim and Vior slept, Zenyth had significantly calmed. He was slumped over Vior with Ember speaking quietly, almost trance-like to him and very soft, very quiet undertones. Rheim turned toward Brash--she looked worn out, tired.
"Yes," Rheim said, and scrubbed a hand down her face. "Yes, right. We need to get you somewhere where you can finish--I am sorry." She led Brash from the room just as Zenyth crooned, "Vael...."
"It's alright, Zen-zen," Ember whispered. "I'll fix this."
Rheim returned to the party and nodded sharply to herself as if she had come to a decision. "Alright. Alright," she said. "We will answer all of your questions, and clearly," she glanced toward Ember with a faint scowl, "but...there has been a development." Rheim grimaced. "I hate to ask of you anything after tonight's events, but, well...the letter--Vael has been taken." Rheim looked to each of them. "Vael is Zenyth's...is his son."
Brash, Aquariel, and Wilkas would remember Vael as the half-elf who came into the bar and fought with Zenyth earlier in the evening. He had seemed quite lively then, furstrated with whatever Zenyth refused to allow him to do.
Rheim licked her lips. "Zenyth is protective of his children," Rheim told them. She looked to Teyl. "All of his children." She looked back to the party. "Teyl will--he will live, if you were worried about that. He is not dead, but in a death-like state. Kyreus Desire has taken one of Zenyth's children, and now another. He is not--it is troubling." Unlike herself Rheim stumbled over her words. She kept rubbing her arms or her face, almost as if to comfort and gather her nerves. "The letter suggests he was taken two days ago," Rheim finally admitted. "That--that is something we greatly fear."
Rheim shuffled, then nodded to herself. She looked at the party almost--she looked worried. "I hate to ask of you anything, I swear, but I cannot leave to find him. I have to stay here and handle Carric, work on mitigating this newest--disaster," Rheim grimaced. "Zenyth and Ember cannot leave because of--well. Let's just say that it would be detrimental if they were to vanish in the night after this, but you--you are unknown's here. Except for you Wilkas, I do apologize." She nodded to Wilkas. "Please...please help us find Vael. Help us figure out when he was really taken. To see him tonight but be told it was a lie? Rheim looked away. "This is not right...."
At this time Ember strode out from the room. A glance would show Zenyth out, placed into a magical sleep to stop him from doing anything rash. "We'll pay," Ember said sharply. "Zenyth and I will pay to have Vael returned safe and sound. We'll provide rations, items, potions--please." Ember kept herself reserved, almost cold as she watched the group. "I'll lead you out of here, out of the building and help get you to a safe place to rest, but please. Twenty gold, each, for his rescue. Half up front, I swear. Potions too. Just...help us get him home."
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Wilkas nods as Rheim calls him out by name.
"Taken two days ago? I'm sure I saw him earlier. You have my aid, as I doubt I will be safe from the Veiled One either way. That, and I doubt I'll be able to access the Tenur bank account while the authorities investigate the husk of the house."
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Aquariel looked at Brash, "We were looking for work." Turning to Ember and Rheim, she adds "I don't understand most of this, but I understand searching for and protecting family. I will help." Then to the two gnomes and the halfling she adds, "And what of you? Will you join us?"
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Vladofshky answered in a more serious tone than before. "I can't find it in me not to help, after tonight." Then he added. "But I am intrigued about what Wilkas said. I doubt he'd be in two places at the same time, or roaming while captured. Could it be a mistake? A trick? Or is it a bluff?"