Bryony looks at the others. "I can't believe I shot him while he was running away," she says quietly. "Maybe we should revive him?"

Quinn stands above the fallen wizard and listens as the group laments his death. This stoic and calloused ranger has lost much in his time and their regret does not move him one inch. His mind drifts to his village deep in the Neverwinter Wood and he briefly considers abandoning ship and returning to a simpler life. He retired to the woods for a reason, and he feel's as if he's being pulled back into a life that he'd rather not revisit.

He stands staring blankly through the body of the fallen wizard and addresses no one in particular. 

"If you have the means and desire to save this rat, feel free."

As Quinn’s adrenaline begins to subside, he focuses is in on the wizard’s face and he thinks back to their job here given to them by Sildar. Investigate the disappearance of a male wizard, Larno Albrek, who has gone missing while investigating the manor.

His stomach drops and his face loses a bit of its color.

“Syzygy…did this man share with you his true name?”

Kimberley kept watch for the small fiend, reminding herself she needed to go through the wizards correspondence and offer a ritual sacrifice to Selune for her companions deliverence and their enemies defeat.

Jurgen will come up to the mage and tend his wounds. He will also tie his hands and feet (first).

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“Syzygy…did this man share with you his true name?”

"He did not. Glasstaff is all I got...men with obvious monikers tend to have tragic backstories. I didn't wish to pry. Zeond is the name of his minion."

Syzygy puts his hand on Jurgen's shoulder as he tends to the wizards wounds. "Thank you."

Bryony checks on Glasstaff. He is bleeding badly from his neck wound, and fading rapidly. Going through his pockets, she finds five gold coins, a shopping list of workshop supplies for an apothecary or alchemy shop, and a letter rolled up and sealed with a wax symbol in the shape of a spider.

He also carries his ornate glass staff, but Kimberley kicks it away.

His little demon is nowhere to be seen.

Jurgen binds the wizards wounds, as well as his limbs. (Jurgen: Make a Medicine check to stabilize him, if that's your intent.)

Medicine: 18

Kimberley looks annoyed and crouches down next to the wizard and mumbles a reluctant prayer.

Spare the Dying.

Under the care of Jurgen and Kimberely, Glasstaff is stabilized, his life spared. He remains deeply unconscious.

What do you do next?

Jurgen says "We need to take him to the town sheriff. "

“Not so fast. He’s unconscious and he can’t run off now, so there’s no need to turn him in just yet. I say way take him to Sildar. I have a hunch this wizard might be connected to Larno Albrek somehow.

I mean, what are the chances of two wizards stumbling about a ruined manor full of Redbrands and all sorts of horrors and neither bump into each other. Not likely.”

Quinn lifts the wizard over his shoulder and looks to the group. 

“Shall we get movin? Someone, take his staff.”

Kimberley snatched up the staff and followed Quinn.

Aros pockets his last berry and follows along. “I would like to apologize for how… aggressive I acted. I don’t like bullies.”

Bryony looks at the envelope she found and hesitates only a moment before breaking the seal. She will read the contents aloud to the others.

Jurgen agrees in not taking him him and helps carry the mage.

Breaking the seal on the rolled-up letter (sealed with a wax symbol in the shape of a spider), Bryony reads its contents out loud:

Lord Albrek,

My spies in Neverwinter tell me that strangers are due to arrive in Phandalin. They could be working for the dwarves. Capture them if you can, kill them if you must, but don’t allow them to upset our plans. See that any dwarven maps in their possession are delivered to me with haste.

I’m counting on you, Iarno. Don’t disappoint me.

"Well, I'm glad we stopped him from escaping."

Bryony nods her head. "I suddenly feel a lot less guilty for shooting him," she says. "We should definitely keep him restrained, especially his hands since he is a wizard. They usually need to move their hands to cast spells."

Aros racks his brain, trying to recognize the name. He looks to the others, “Who is Iarno? I don’t know anyone by that name.”