Elboc tries to stay distant this round, not appreciating the thumps he took last round. He throws hooks at his opponent whenever he tries to close the distance.

OOC:
23:23, Today: Elboc Ice Eyes rolled 12,3 using d20+2,d2+2. – 12,3

23:23, Today: Elboc Ice Eyes rolled 12,4 using d20+2,d2+2. – 12,4

23:23, Today: Elboc Ice Eyes rolled 14,4 using d20+2,d2+2. – 14,4

Elboc both floats and stings like some strange butterfly/bee hybrid, taking his opponent to the mat and repeatedly striking it until it ceases moving, bare seconds before the end of the third round.  It remains there, unmoving, even after the man in the plumed had and velvet calls and end to the fight.

"Bravo!  An excellent match!  I'll settle up the bets!  Wonderful!" the man enthusiastically calls out while standing and clapping loudly and repeatedly, as if making a display of the act.

The man returns Hamburg's gems to him, along with another 3000 GP worth, in payment of his wager.

Elboc has his own gems returned, along with another 6000 GP worth, also in payment on his wager.

Roak has his own gold piece flipped back to him along with three others.

The pairs of disembodied, red, unblinking eyes that float above the chairs around the room continue to impassively observe the goings-on in the room.

OOC:
Each of you who won money will get individual XP equal to your winnings, which is subject to any XP modifiers you may have.

Elboc tries to dry himself as well as he can and wipe the blood off his face before putting his armour and weapons back on.

"Anybody else fancy giving that a try?" he asks.

Roak blinks and then strides forward. "Sure, why not. I'll drop a friendly wager on myself!"

He prepares for a round himself, betting 500 gp in gems on himself.

The man with the plumed hat spends quite a while going over the unmoving form of Elboc's competitor before noticing Roak in a somewhat distracted way.

"What?  What's that?  Another round?  Not now.  I have to work on fixing my magen here, and I've got to figure out why it didn't win..." he trails off as he goes back to examining the body on the ground.

"It didn't win because it punched like a girl and had a glass jaw," says Elboc helpfully. He turns to his companions. "Shall we move on then?"

Something seemed to whisper into Hamburg's mind, kindling his interest in the necromatic arts... Upon his shoulder the stuffed raven was looking rather smug.

"What is it? What's a magen?" he asked the bookie. "Elboc's quite the fighter, I'm still unsure as to the nature of this bit of entertainment, but perhaps you might consider modeling this fellow's efforts after those of the dark elf... How is this programmed animation accomplished anyway?"

The man first ignores Hamburg, then makes a shooing gesture with one hand while he continues to examine the form of his magen.

Roak looks a little annoyed but then waits for answers to his companions' questions.

Hamburg snorted, the sound somewhat muted beneath the leathery mask he wore. His fingers flexed and balled into fists and then flexed once more. His shoulder dipped a little as if in pain from the grasp of the dead Raven.

The odd wizard seemed about to say something, shook violently for an instant and then turned to leave. His hands floundered in his pockets for dried fungi which had run out weeks ago.

"Perhaps we'll return again when you've gotten it operating again. I should expect our diminutive companion here would like a go."

Then Hamburg stopped and addressed the audience of eyes... "What about you all? Wouldn't you like to see more? What is it you're here for if not to be entertained?"

The pairs of glowing red eyes which float above the chairs swivel to regard Hamburg, but give no other response or indication of his words or presence.

"Could you tell us where we are?" Elboc asks the man in the fantastic costume.

Voran steps up. "Yes, could you tell us a bit more about this place?"

The man continues with his examination of the body fore some time before distractedly asking, "What?  We're in my family's home.  Where else would we be?  I'm busy now.  Please go away."

Unless anybody wants to do something more here, Elboc suggests leaving by the far door, i.e. the one the party didn't enter by.

Roak shrugs and heads to the door that Elboc suggested!

Roak opens the door to find a room paneled in polished mahogany.  A large fireplace faced with marble is set in the south wall.  Whatever furniture was once in this room has been removed, except for an iron-bound wooden chest in the southeastern corner.  Lying around the fireplace are a dozen or so bedrolls.  Near the bedrolls are a dozen humanoids with cat-like faces, dressed in leather armor.

Elboc pulls back. He doesn't want to fight them all, but the chest looks tempting.

"Vsaati, do you fancy creeping in there and looting the chest?"

Voran steps up and holds up his hand. "Hold, hold. These may be the rightful residents of this place. We should find out more what's happening before we start stealing things."

Several of the cat-faced humanoids turn their head to casually observe those who have opened the door.  Beyond this, there seems to be little reaction from them.  A couple of them are huddled around something on the other side of the room, paying no attention whatsoever to the goings-on at the western door.

Voran waves everyone back into the prior room. "I say we leave the cat people alone. We can explore more to the north from the next room."

"Agreed. Unless someone has a mouse to throw into the far corner of the room, to tempt them away while we examine the chest?"

Lanliss grinned, clearly joking. He was happy to move along.

"Yes, let's move to the north."

The party moves into the cat-people's room and, staying away from the cat-people, investigate the door to the north, listening at it first.

"That's just a door," one of the lounging cat-faced people notes, somewhat lazily.

"It leads out into the hall," another offers.

Most all of them visually track you as you move through the room.