Virro walks into the room after taking the whole scene in, sniffing the air, as if all of this is very ordinary. He walks into the tomb and looks around at the bodies, then looks up at the fresco. He looks at the scene of the mounted warriors, but he is quite puzzled and amused by the one with the phallic symbol on their head. “Phalluses. How quaint. These people… I wonder what this means, why the one with the large penis was chasing the others down…” He puzzles and muses about this seemingly ancient artifact…
History check on the fresco and the phallus on the head of the leader : 3
“Beats me.”
Then Roo starts waxing poetic about the warrior known to him, Fog horn Cloudiller. He hides an odd smile behind his hand, then sees him strap on his armor and put his body in Wilfred’s pack for travel. “I have heard of him. Read about him once in a book, quite a character. What would he say about this, what was that saying of his? I can’t recall…. We will carry his body, Roo, and you will bring these cultists who must have murdered him to justice. Channel your anger into destroying them. They worship all of these pretenders, and they draw phalluses on things, they are clearly pretenders and rubes..”
Afterward, Virro follows, going up next to Reed, saying “Was there another earring like that? If there is, perhaps I should take it, since we are the ones that scout ahead a lot…”
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Reed fishes the other other messenger earring out of the small pouch and hands it over to Virro once he catches up with the group in the next room.
He then nods down at the small vial of potion in the bag, "Red for healing, right?"
Reed pauses for a moment "Do you think the first healing potions were just vials of blood? Is that why they're red?"
He then looks at the artwork on the wall and smiles at the recent addition.
"Someone might want to have a talk with IronMaiden," Reed says, indicating the penis springing from the head of one of the figures in the mural. "That's not where that should be."
Reed then moves through the room, poking at the bodies, and checking to see if there are any other hidden goodies lying about.
Perception: (14+5) = 19
He calls back to Wilfred.
"Wifred, you're a farmer right?" Reed calls. "Someone might need the talk. You know where the little animals come from."
Roo's head cocks from side to side as he listens to Virro, and then his eyes gently press closed and he sighs.
"He would have said, 'I say I say boy, what's the big idea striking me over the head with a maul?'."
Roo pauses and raises his feathered hands to his face, hiding his wounded expression as best he can.
Once the body has been dealt with 'properly', or as properly as it can be in this circumstance, Roo took a moment, taking a few deep breaths.
"I will get to the bottom of this, by Gallus." He says, cold and steely, not his usual loud, chipper, boisterous self. "And I will bring those who are guilty to justice. Their lives will pay their debt."
He's quiet for a little bit, until Reed suggests that Wilfred, being a farmer, should explain where baby animals come from. The rooster cocked his head sideways and glanced up at Wilfred.
Realising the other's aren't making their way to the next room, Corlith wanders back into the room where he found the beans, just as Roo swears his oath of justice.
He spots the new breastplate he is wearing. "Seems I have missed some goings on. That is some impressive armour you have there Roo. A much better find than the beans I picked up".
"So, what's the delay, there are more folk hanging from hooks in the next room. Not sure if they are alive or not, but best we go find out".
Wilfred carefully helps to lift up Fog'Horn and wraps him up in some spare cloth. He pats Roo' on the... shoulder? "Don't worry. We will make sure he is avenged. That armor looks good on you. I think you will do Fog'Horn proud."
Wilfred responds to Reed "I'm no farmer anymore, but... I suppose..." His eyes start to go defocused as he thinks back. He starts to mumble to himself as he steps back from the group and turns his back to them. "But, no. That wasn't the deal, Eliza. I give the talk to the boys, you handle Sophia.I already gave the talk to Ronny. Isn't she too young, she's only 9.... I...." He blinks a few times, then turns back to the others. "Huh, sorry, I think I got lost in my own head. What were we talking about? Oh, Ro... I mean, Corlith. Sorry, Yea, lets get a move on, y'all!"
Without saying anything else, Wilfred moves past everyone and heads into the room with the hanging bodies. He'll start poking bodies with the butt of his Glaive.
Roo's beak quivers as Wilfred helps him. He looks away for a moment as he composes himself.
"Thank you. You have done well, Wilfred. You are a peerless featherless and consummate professional. I will cherish your friendship for the rest of my life."
He listens as Wilfred struggles to explain the facts of life to the others, and then holds up a hand to shush his friend.
"It's alright, Wilfred. I shall explain and relieve you of this burden. You're right. It's very complicated."
The rooster hops up onto the nearest table and addresses as many members of the party as possible.
"First you must impress a pullet who has not left her parent's hen house yet with your devotion to Gallus. You must be tough, and beautiful, and must, above all else, rise every morning to stand on the fencing rails to crow as loud as you can and call Gallus into the sky! If Gallus is pleased, he shall shine he wonderful light down upon you with his brilliant presence!"
He takes a breath and struts.
"When you have a hen in your seraglio, it is your duty to fertilize her eggs prior to their being laid." He says, bobbing his head up and down. "This is a crucial step in making sure the next generation is born. Your hen will notify you when she is receptive, and then you have to stand on her back and touch your cloaca to hers. It is a beautiful, wonderful experience. Sometimes it lasts as long as five seconds. When it is over, she shall communicate that she is pleased by ruffling her feathers. Then she will lay fertilized eggs in the nesting bed, and then will sit on them to hatch chicks. It becomes your responsibility then to help raise this next generation."
When he is done disturbing his friends, he hops down from the table and struts off as business as usual. He enters the room behind Wilfred and watches as the warrior begins poking bodies with the butt of his weapon. He reaches out with his beak and grabs a few toes.
"Interesting. Are these featherless dead? This would be horrifying if it was honorable Gallus hanging here! I am glad for everyone's sake that it is not."
Wilfred leaves the room with the others and heads towards the door at the end of the hall, squeezing between the two skeletons that are flanking the doorway, he enters.
The walls and floor of this room are covered with streaks and splashes of dried blood. Two dangling bodies are shackled to the East and South walls. Wilfred sees that one is an eldering female human; the other a young male tiefling as he pokes them with his glaive. Neither move, and both are covered in bloody gashes.
As Roo ‘Stor struts his way in after Wil and grabs a toe of the tiefling with his beak, he notices blood is drawn where his beak cuts it.
In the middle of the room is a sturdy wooden chair with a bloody whip draped over it. A bucket half filled with salt sits on the floor nearby. There is a closed door in the middle of the North wall.
Archie arrives from the other room halfway through Roo' tirade if explanation and looks around wondering who's benefit this is for, shrugging it off she follows the others into the room with the two dangling bodies. Surveying the room for the next door out.
Virro stands with his mouth hidden behind his hand, snickering to himself at times but keeping it hidden as Roo explains the reproductive anatomy and behavior of the Gallus genus and the particulars of such. With a grin, he just says “Right. Taking notes, Archie?” and walks on to the next room. When they see the next room he is immediately drawn to the bloody whip, casually looking at it and picking it up, testing its weight in his hand. As an afterthought, he looks down at the two figures, then goes over and checks for respirations, the carotid pulse, and putting an ear to their chest, and giving a sternal rub to check responsiveness.
Medicine check : 22
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Virro feels a very slow pulse, and the slow, shallow respirations that tell him that the tiefling is alive, but the human is not. He examines his wounds, starts to trace along the linea alba and where his first incisions would be silently to himself, then he starts to focus again. “Right. Guess I should heal him then. But she’s done for. Shame. Amateurs.” he grips the tiefling with his gloved hand and concentrates, and 5 points of healing energy flow into him, hopefully bringing him back to consciousness. He has the whip gripped in his hand as he smiles a leering smile at the young tiefling and says “So. How did you end up here then? What’s your name?”
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Corlith looks from Roo to Wilfred, who was walking out to head to the next room. Hearing him mumbling about what sounded like his family, and then start to address him by another name again, feels he had best keep an eye on him. He follows him into the other room, and waits whilst the others investigate the bodies.
Watching Viro heal the tiefling, he walks across to better hear their story, hoping that seeing another tiefling might settle them.
"Do not be afraid, we are not part of any of these cults, in fact we are members of the Flaming Fists".
Reed takes his head away from the door in the northern wall.
"All quiet on the other side," Reed says.
He catches the last of what Corlith says to the tiefling, and nods and smiles. "Yes. The Flaming Fists. We can take what we want and cause as much collateral damage as we want as long as we say we're just following orders. Those are perks you can't get with any other group in town."
Reed watches Virro and Corlith questioning the tiefling and cocks his head to one side.
"They might trust you more if you didn't do all the questioning while they're hanging from the wall. Though I guess the Flaming Fist also do a lot of questioning after they chain someone to a wall."
The halfling steps a little closer and takes a look at the chains and locks and sets about unlocking them.
His tools slip against the blood and he almost breaks them but his natural good luck holds and he catches himself before doing any real damage tries again. It still seems to be a tough lock.
Thieves's Tools (if necessary): (1+6) =7 - reroll because of Halfling Lucky (3+6) = 9
Archie jingles the keys at Reed "you could just ask you know..." She then sets about assisting with the unlocking, checking each key to see if it fits the shackle locks
"My colleague says not to fear us..." Roo mutters, listening to Corlith trying to ease the Tiefling's mind. "But so help me Gallus you may have plenting to fear depending what leaves your clucking mouth."
The rooster puffs up in his new armor and begins to strut about the room, looking things over...
The tiefling coughs a bit as Virro revives him and spats out some blood on the floor. He looks up at the elf and slowly takes in the rest of you in the room, a fresh wave of fear apparent on his face. "Me? I'm nobody. My name is Sylroris Wiastranthri."
As Corlith tries to convince him that they are there to help, he visibly relaxes a bit and then turns to Reed who is reaching so high to pick the locks he keeps slipping, the blood around Sy's wrist doesn't help either.
The IronMaiden takes over and after a couple keys, finds the one she's looking for and unlocks the shackles around the tieflings wrist. He sinks to the floor and starts rubbing his wrist, then looks to the old woman hanging on the other wall and winces.
When he hears what Roo 'Stor says under his breath, Sylroris abruptly stops rubbing his wrists and stares at the rooster. "I uh...please, don't hurt me anymore."
Archie hesitates and steps away from the tiefling, putting her stolen keys away she chimes in, "we've had too many run ins with undead, so I'm gonna leave the woman chained up just in case, y'know." She sets about casting mending on the tiefling's rags, closing up the tears likely slashed across the man's back by the whip. "We are going deeper into this dungeon, figuring out just what the hell is going on, in your state you cannot come with us, but we can give you a chance to flee. you may not survive, but your chances aren't zero like they are here" she offers the guy a spear, and turns questioningly to the party, unsure that what she is doing is right or not. "What did they want from you? I feel like if they wanted to sacrifice you, you'd already be dead, I see evidence of torture, but torture normally has a point, used as a tool for interrogation, what were they asking of you?"
Wilfred flinches a bit as the Tiefling wakes up and starts talking. He's surprised by that. He shakes his head to clear his mind from the confusion from before. He goes to the Tiefling, arm outstretched for a hand shake. "Well, hey there! You said your name was Sylroris Wiastranthri, right? My name is Wilfred. Nice to meetcha!" Wilfred will give him a strong handshake. He nods his head at Archie's questions. "The lady has some good questions. But I have to disagree with her. We are pretty deep in this dungeon now. And there are several twists and turns we haven't explored. I think he should stay with us. Don't worry, Papa Wilfred will take care of you!" He pats him on the back.
As Archie mentions the woman next to him, “They killed her! Must have gotten what they needed out of her..I’m sure I’m next. Thank you for getting me out of those shackles.” It takes him a bit as he shudders while Archie works on mending his torn clothes.
“Wait, you’re going to leave me? I don’t know the way out of here!” his voice gets a bit hysterical and when the IronMaiden gives him a spear he looks at it like it is a foreign object and just lets it lay in his lap.
He looks back up at the suit of armor, a bit perplexed as to what she is exactly and tries to answer her, “I was attacked in the Lower City and was questioned about the Oathoon family. I work for them, see?” He again looks over to the woman, “She was questioned at length about the Jhasso family. What do these people want?!”
The man hangs his head in defeat, unsure what to think. At this moment, Wilfred comes over and introduces himself, squatting down to give him a handshake.
He looks at Wilfred as he shakes the man’s hands, confusion apparent in his face. But as Wilfred says he can stay with them, he looks very relieved. He let’s Wil help him stand back up, giving a wary glance over at Roo ‘Stor.
But when Wilfred pats him on the back, his face completely changes and he visibly tries to get away from Wilfred. “No, no.. I think the lady is right. I’m sure I can find my way back out of here. It’s through this door, right?” And he points to the North door, the one you haven’t gone through yet and he starts inching towards it backwards, never taking his eyes off of Wilfred.
The smile drops off of Wilfred's face, his expression going completely blank. "Well, darn. Recognized me, did you? I guess you did see me, that night, didn't you? Suppose there's no need for pleasantries now. I have some questions. Please don't run, I would just have to kill you and not get any answers. Were you working for the Oathoon family when you burned down the Cliffvine Vineyard? Who's the one that ordered to have my family killed? Keep in mind, lying isn't going to save you now. Only the truth might."
If he tries to run, Wilfred will attack with his Glaive, non-lethally if possible. Attack: 23 Damage 10
Virro walks into the room after taking the whole scene in, sniffing the air, as if all of this is very ordinary. He walks into the tomb and looks around at the bodies, then looks up at the fresco. He looks at the scene of the mounted warriors, but he is quite puzzled and amused by the one with the phallic symbol on their head. “Phalluses. How quaint. These people… I wonder what this means, why the one with the large penis was chasing the others down…” He puzzles and muses about this seemingly ancient artifact…
History check on the fresco and the phallus on the head of the leader : 3
“Beats me.”
Then Roo starts waxing poetic about the warrior known to him, Fog horn Cloudiller. He hides an odd smile behind his hand, then sees him strap on his armor and put his body in Wilfred’s pack for travel. “I have heard of him. Read about him once in a book, quite a character. What would he say about this, what was that saying of his? I can’t recall…. We will carry his body, Roo, and you will bring these cultists who must have murdered him to justice. Channel your anger into destroying them. They worship all of these pretenders, and they draw phalluses on things, they are clearly pretenders and rubes..”
Afterward, Virro follows, going up next to Reed, saying “Was there another earring like that? If there is, perhaps I should take it, since we are the ones that scout ahead a lot…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Reed fishes the other other messenger earring out of the small pouch and hands it over to Virro once he catches up with the group in the next room.
He then nods down at the small vial of potion in the bag, "Red for healing, right?"
Reed pauses for a moment "Do you think the first healing potions were just vials of blood? Is that why they're red?"
He then looks at the artwork on the wall and smiles at the recent addition.
"Someone might want to have a talk with IronMaiden," Reed says, indicating the penis springing from the head of one of the figures in the mural. "That's not where that should be."
Reed then moves through the room, poking at the bodies, and checking to see if there are any other hidden goodies lying about.
Perception: (14+5) = 19
He calls back to Wilfred.
"Wifred, you're a farmer right?" Reed calls. "Someone might need the talk. You know where the little animals come from."
Roo's head cocks from side to side as he listens to Virro, and then his eyes gently press closed and he sighs.
"He would have said, 'I say I say boy, what's the big idea striking me over the head with a maul?'."
Roo pauses and raises his feathered hands to his face, hiding his wounded expression as best he can.
Once the body has been dealt with 'properly', or as properly as it can be in this circumstance, Roo took a moment, taking a few deep breaths.
"I will get to the bottom of this, by Gallus." He says, cold and steely, not his usual loud, chipper, boisterous self. "And I will bring those who are guilty to justice. Their lives will pay their debt."
He's quiet for a little bit, until Reed suggests that Wilfred, being a farmer, should explain where baby animals come from. The rooster cocked his head sideways and glanced up at Wilfred.
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Realising the other's aren't making their way to the next room, Corlith wanders back into the room where he found the beans, just as Roo swears his oath of justice.
He spots the new breastplate he is wearing. "Seems I have missed some goings on. That is some impressive armour you have there Roo. A much better find than the beans I picked up".
"So, what's the delay, there are more folk hanging from hooks in the next room. Not sure if they are alive or not, but best we go find out".
Wilfred carefully helps to lift up Fog'Horn and wraps him up in some spare cloth. He pats Roo' on the... shoulder? "Don't worry. We will make sure he is avenged. That armor looks good on you. I think you will do Fog'Horn proud."
Wilfred responds to Reed "I'm no farmer anymore, but... I suppose..." His eyes start to go defocused as he thinks back. He starts to mumble to himself as he steps back from the group and turns his back to them. "But, no. That wasn't the deal, Eliza. I give the talk to the boys, you handle Sophia. I already gave the talk to Ronny. Isn't she too young, she's only 9.... I...." He blinks a few times, then turns back to the others. "Huh, sorry, I think I got lost in my own head. What were we talking about? Oh, Ro... I mean, Corlith. Sorry, Yea, lets get a move on, y'all!"
Without saying anything else, Wilfred moves past everyone and heads into the room with the hanging bodies. He'll start poking bodies with the butt of his Glaive.
Roo's beak quivers as Wilfred helps him. He looks away for a moment as he composes himself.
"Thank you. You have done well, Wilfred. You are a peerless featherless and consummate professional. I will cherish your friendship for the rest of my life."
He listens as Wilfred struggles to explain the facts of life to the others, and then holds up a hand to shush his friend.
"It's alright, Wilfred. I shall explain and relieve you of this burden. You're right. It's very complicated."
The rooster hops up onto the nearest table and addresses as many members of the party as possible.
"First you must impress a pullet who has not left her parent's hen house yet with your devotion to Gallus. You must be tough, and beautiful, and must, above all else, rise every morning to stand on the fencing rails to crow as loud as you can and call Gallus into the sky! If Gallus is pleased, he shall shine he wonderful light down upon you with his brilliant presence!"
He takes a breath and struts.
"When you have a hen in your seraglio, it is your duty to fertilize her eggs prior to their being laid." He says, bobbing his head up and down. "This is a crucial step in making sure the next generation is born. Your hen will notify you when she is receptive, and then you have to stand on her back and touch your cloaca to hers. It is a beautiful, wonderful experience. Sometimes it lasts as long as five seconds. When it is over, she shall communicate that she is pleased by ruffling her feathers. Then she will lay fertilized eggs in the nesting bed, and then will sit on them to hatch chicks. It becomes your responsibility then to help raise this next generation."
When he is done disturbing his friends, he hops down from the table and struts off as business as usual. He enters the room behind Wilfred and watches as the warrior begins poking bodies with the butt of his weapon. He reaches out with his beak and grabs a few toes.
"Interesting. Are these featherless dead? This would be horrifying if it was honorable Gallus hanging here! I am glad for everyone's sake that it is not."
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Wilfred leaves the room with the others and heads towards the door at the end of the hall, squeezing between the two skeletons that are flanking the doorway, he enters.
The walls and floor of this room are covered with streaks and splashes of dried blood. Two dangling bodies are shackled to the East and South walls. Wilfred sees that one is an eldering female human; the other a young male tiefling as he pokes them with his glaive. Neither move, and both are covered in bloody gashes.
As Roo ‘Stor struts his way in after Wil and grabs a toe of the tiefling with his beak, he notices blood is drawn where his beak cuts it.
In the middle of the room is a sturdy wooden chair with a bloody whip draped over it. A bucket half filled with salt sits on the floor nearby. There is a closed door in the middle of the North wall.
Archie arrives from the other room halfway through Roo' tirade if explanation and looks around wondering who's benefit this is for, shrugging it off she follows the others into the room with the two dangling bodies. Surveying the room for the next door out.
Virro stands with his mouth hidden behind his hand, snickering to himself at times but keeping it hidden as Roo explains the reproductive anatomy and behavior of the Gallus genus and the particulars of such. With a grin, he just says “Right. Taking notes, Archie?” and walks on to the next room. When they see the next room he is immediately drawn to the bloody whip, casually looking at it and picking it up, testing its weight in his hand. As an afterthought, he looks down at the two figures, then goes over and checks for respirations, the carotid pulse, and putting an ear to their chest, and giving a sternal rub to check responsiveness.
Medicine check : 22
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Virro feels a very slow pulse, and the slow, shallow respirations that tell him that the tiefling is alive, but the human is not. He examines his wounds, starts to trace along the linea alba and where his first incisions would be silently to himself, then he starts to focus again. “Right. Guess I should heal him then. But she’s done for. Shame. Amateurs.” he grips the tiefling with his gloved hand and concentrates, and 5 points of healing energy flow into him, hopefully bringing him back to consciousness. He has the whip gripped in his hand as he smiles a leering smile at the young tiefling and says “So. How did you end up here then? What’s your name?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Reed applauds when Roo' has finished his lecture.
"As good an explanation as any," Reed says.
He follows along to the room with the bodies hanging from the walls and notices where the foot of the tiefling bleeds.
"The dead don't usually bleed, right Virro?" Reed asks.
While the others examine the bodies, Reed goes to the door in the north wall and listens for any sounds on the other side.
Perception: (17+5) = 22
Corlith looks from Roo to Wilfred, who was walking out to head to the next room. Hearing him mumbling about what sounded like his family, and then start to address him by another name again, feels he had best keep an eye on him. He follows him into the other room, and waits whilst the others investigate the bodies.
Watching Viro heal the tiefling, he walks across to better hear their story, hoping that seeing another tiefling might settle them.
"Do not be afraid, we are not part of any of these cults, in fact we are members of the Flaming Fists".
Persuasion: 8+7=15
Reed takes his head away from the door in the northern wall.
"All quiet on the other side," Reed says.
He catches the last of what Corlith says to the tiefling, and nods and smiles. "Yes. The Flaming Fists. We can take what we want and cause as much collateral damage as we want as long as we say we're just following orders. Those are perks you can't get with any other group in town."
Reed watches Virro and Corlith questioning the tiefling and cocks his head to one side.
"They might trust you more if you didn't do all the questioning while they're hanging from the wall. Though I guess the Flaming Fist also do a lot of questioning after they chain someone to a wall."
The halfling steps a little closer and takes a look at the chains and locks and sets about unlocking them.
His tools slip against the blood and he almost breaks them but his natural good luck holds and he catches himself before doing any real damage tries again. It still seems to be a tough lock.
Thieves's Tools (if necessary): (1+6) =7 - reroll because of Halfling Lucky (3+6) = 9
Archie jingles the keys at Reed "you could just ask you know..." She then sets about assisting with the unlocking, checking each key to see if it fits the shackle locks
"My colleague says not to fear us..." Roo mutters, listening to Corlith trying to ease the Tiefling's mind. "But so help me Gallus you may have plenting to fear depending what leaves your clucking mouth."
The rooster puffs up in his new armor and begins to strut about the room, looking things over...
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The tiefling coughs a bit as Virro revives him and spats out some blood on the floor. He looks up at the elf and slowly takes in the rest of you in the room, a fresh wave of fear apparent on his face. "Me? I'm nobody. My name is Sylroris Wiastranthri."
As Corlith tries to convince him that they are there to help, he visibly relaxes a bit and then turns to Reed who is reaching so high to pick the locks he keeps slipping, the blood around Sy's wrist doesn't help either.
The IronMaiden takes over and after a couple keys, finds the one she's looking for and unlocks the shackles around the tieflings wrist. He sinks to the floor and starts rubbing his wrist, then looks to the old woman hanging on the other wall and winces.
When he hears what Roo 'Stor says under his breath, Sylroris abruptly stops rubbing his wrists and stares at the rooster. "I uh...please, don't hurt me anymore."
Archie hesitates and steps away from the tiefling, putting her stolen keys away she chimes in, "we've had too many run ins with undead, so I'm gonna leave the woman chained up just in case, y'know." She sets about casting mending on the tiefling's rags, closing up the tears likely slashed across the man's back by the whip. "We are going deeper into this dungeon, figuring out just what the hell is going on, in your state you cannot come with us, but we can give you a chance to flee. you may not survive, but your chances aren't zero like they are here" she offers the guy a spear, and turns questioningly to the party, unsure that what she is doing is right or not. "What did they want from you? I feel like if they wanted to sacrifice you, you'd already be dead, I see evidence of torture, but torture normally has a point, used as a tool for interrogation, what were they asking of you?"
Wilfred flinches a bit as the Tiefling wakes up and starts talking. He's surprised by that. He shakes his head to clear his mind from the confusion from before. He goes to the Tiefling, arm outstretched for a hand shake. "Well, hey there! You said your name was Sylroris Wiastranthri, right? My name is Wilfred. Nice to meetcha!" Wilfred will give him a strong handshake. He nods his head at Archie's questions. "The lady has some good questions. But I have to disagree with her. We are pretty deep in this dungeon now. And there are several twists and turns we haven't explored. I think he should stay with us. Don't worry, Papa Wilfred will take care of you!" He pats him on the back.
As Archie mentions the woman next to him, “They killed her! Must have gotten what they needed out of her..I’m sure I’m next. Thank you for getting me out of those shackles.” It takes him a bit as he shudders while Archie works on mending his torn clothes.
“Wait, you’re going to leave me? I don’t know the way out of here!” his voice gets a bit hysterical and when the IronMaiden gives him a spear he looks at it like it is a foreign object and just lets it lay in his lap.
He looks back up at the suit of armor, a bit perplexed as to what she is exactly and tries to answer her, “I was attacked in the Lower City and was questioned about the Oathoon family. I work for them, see?” He again looks over to the woman, “She was questioned at length about the Jhasso family. What do these people want?!”
The man hangs his head in defeat, unsure what to think. At this moment, Wilfred comes over and introduces himself, squatting down to give him a handshake.
He looks at Wilfred as he shakes the man’s hands, confusion apparent in his face. But as Wilfred says he can stay with them, he looks very relieved. He let’s Wil help him stand back up, giving a wary glance over at Roo ‘Stor.
But when Wilfred pats him on the back, his face completely changes and he visibly tries to get away from Wilfred. “No, no.. I think the lady is right. I’m sure I can find my way back out of here. It’s through this door, right?” And he points to the North door, the one you haven’t gone through yet and he starts inching towards it backwards, never taking his eyes off of Wilfred.
The smile drops off of Wilfred's face, his expression going completely blank. "Well, darn. Recognized me, did you? I guess you did see me, that night, didn't you? Suppose there's no need for pleasantries now. I have some questions. Please don't run, I would just have to kill you and not get any answers. Were you working for the Oathoon family when you burned down the Cliffvine Vineyard? Who's the one that ordered to have my family killed? Keep in mind, lying isn't going to save you now. Only the truth might."
If he tries to run, Wilfred will attack with his Glaive, non-lethally if possible.
Attack: 23 Damage 10