Nova would suck air in through her teeth in response to the cut against her leg. She’d keep face with the ruffian to ensure its attention on her so those with better battle prowess could work the advantage. The Druid would do her best to time her steps with their group dance, bringing her blades up for another round of cuts.

Attack: 24 Damage: 11
BA: 17 Damage: 3 

Working together as a cohesive unit, the remaining two ruffians drop to the ground.

As is usual, Cadence steps back from the battle, and with a few arcane words, passes her hand across the blades, the blood and dirt of the battle slide to the ground.  She sheaths her weapons and walks over to the far door to listen...wondering if their battle has caused any other disturbances.

Fionn checks the bodies and room after checking on Nova

Rathe assists Fionn with his search...

Listening to the southern door, you don’t hear anything immediately on the other side of the door. 

In the process of searching the bodies, you don’t find anything particularly valuable. Although scattered around the room, you find 75 cp, 55 sp, 22 ep, 15 gp, and a gold earring set with a tiny ruby. 

Fionn pockets 10cp and the 22ep leaving the rest

Cadence looks back to the group, looking to see how badly hurt everyone is and if she needs to help anyone. 

Nova would step away with a bit of a limp, stifling a barely audible whimper. She had the cut on her leg, but was otherwise okay. She’d stand alongside her spectral unicorn, holding herself tall with bloodied blades still in hand. The half elf was alert and ready to move.

Cadence moves over to Nova and smiles, looking at her leg.  As she examines it, she absently uses her magic to have the blood stain on the cloth fade away.  She moves her hand across Nova's blades, the blood sluicing off onto the floor.  She pats her on the shoulder with a smile, "You're doing great. Glad I'm here with you setting these losers straight." 

She turns to Velda, "Which door next big girl? Your choice, we'll give it a whirl."

"Let's take the northern one, the empty room here should make it difficult for anyone to hear us as we take care of things in there." With that, Velda quickly approached the northern door, leaving any coin or the bodies in the room, focussed primarily on securing the location they were in.

Cadence followed close behind, a little skip to her zigzag walk.

Fionn will be last again

Rathe, somehow unharmed, follows close behind, sword sheathed, and arrow nocked. She'd spent the time to gather her ammunition and her share of the coin.

"That was certainly quick, and unexpected on both sides. I wonder what is behind this door."

Fionn collects his ammunition as well.  With possible exception of the bolt in Novas shield

Nova's mismatched eyes would follow Cadence. Her face would twitch, perking slightly from the praise, appreciating the care and clean up. Seeing Fionn pick up his bolts, Nova would bring her shield forward from her back and pull the bolt from it. She'd return offer it back to him. "I keep it next time." She'd jest. Though, truthfully hoped it wasn't any form of foreshadowing. The druid would fall in line with the others.

Fionn half bows "Hopefully there wont be a next time" he says accepting the bolt

Once everyone's ready and "stacked up" Velda puts the boot to the northern door, and rushing inside. Although her sword is drawn, she keeps her shield forward, ready to accept any surrenders, if there were any.

Bursting through the door, you find a room that appears to be a wizard’s workshop. A rat scurries across the floor and takes refuge under a large worktable set up with alembics, retorts, distillation coils, and other alchemical devices, all of it stewing and bubbling away. Bookshelves are crowded with sheaves of parchment and strange-looking tomes.