"Yes, I remember now," he responded to Arek. "I did take those weapons downstairs. So many of them. Half a dozen daggers, light crossbows, a morning star, two spears, a shortsword and a longsword. I only left a longbow, two shortbows and their arrows up here."

Sven proffered Alrrem's leash to Arek and asked "Mind holdin' im? Ronalt and I will lead the way.".

"Shall we depart now? There could well be reinforcements coming, so once we've freed those elves over there, we must leave."

Brother Yew bowed to the four elvish prisoners and gestured for them to come out of the cell.

[Language unknown:  "Ilrimeti, lohemo. P nt Elpras Was. Ce os latbut'venher in ut meulpe san se versancon thiforder. Ulla oerta blestales virencter tio, on whe alma atine di k. Sihachbe a ch com i et rat o waen urur'wacknd reaev pohi eiel eraiat nteventhu heng i evadhe probutlescom ss cees."]

He retreated to give them time to gather enough courage to come out on their own.

Tindo goes over to the elf prisoners.

Ronalt smiled at Alrrem, "It is good to see you again Alrrem. We have much to talk about."
"Shall we retire to your rooms then?"
"The treaty with the troll wasn't working out as he abused some of my companions while fetching some items for him."
"So delicious bargain will you off us this time?"

Turning back to the priest he began tying the man's hands behind his back and hobbling his feet. A minute later and the party had a fine addition to their already varied array of pets. He even had a leash - apparently Sven felt it appropriate.
Walking their prize over to Arek, he asked the dwarf "What you want to do whi him Alrek? ... Sven calls him Scrappy."
The tall figure leaned over the leader of the fire temple and stopped with his scarred excuse of a face an inch from Alrrem's "And Scrappy'll show uz out off here, won't he?" he whispered alarmingly loudly. "Or he'll get his fingers broke." he added hungrily.
"Of course first we need to stop and get zis man a real Shiv!" he aimed the last over his shoulder at the young human. Sven was very pro-weapons.

Luthien actually nods enthusiastically.
"Yes, let us hence, lest he try to betray us. Oh, and one other thing we should do..."
He rips off the priest's unholy fire symbol, and casually tosses it in the prison cell they'd been stuck in.
"Now, even if he manages to get free, he won't be casting any spells until he runs all the way back up here to retrieve his unholy symbol. I considered destroying it outright, but I'm not really sure how yet."

Haldan shakes his head in disgust. He looks at the captive fire priest as well.

"Can't handle your own problems. Pathetic."
"Knowing that, could've hired someone to help. Didn't."
"Expected that holding a hostage would get folks to do an adequate job. Ridiculous."
"Kidnapped my friend Amathaon and I -- for what? That can only have gone worse."
"Do you ever just pay for services, you worm?"

In reply to Ronalt de Gault (msg # 66):

"An evil, demonic godling of fire."
"There's also Ogrémoch, Prince of Evil Earth Creatures, Olhydra, Princess of Evil Water Creatures, and Yan-C-Bin, Prince of Evil Air Creatures."
Rolf paused, taking in the surprised, questioning looks of those around him.
"What? I hear things ok?"