Re: Day 9 - Underground Rescue
Morg cuts down the guard, who lies motionless on the floor amid the ruins of the ceiling.
"Greaek," the other guard calls from the floor below, "lower the rope! Burn you, do something useful!" Greaek rolls his eyes and does nothing.
Just then another voice speaks from the stairway above. "Hold." An older man in robes descends the wooden steps carefully to the remains of the floor above, and gazes down at the assembled group and the Azer. Puffing from a pipe held lazily in his left hand, he regards Greaek with a piercing gaze. "My guards are no lambs to be led to slaughter. Let him remain there for the present."
The man's piercing gaze turns to the rest of the group, lingering on Merellien's face a few seconds before taking in everyone else. Merellien's face drains of color, then he returns to examining his brother, softly shaking him and encouraging him to wake. "So," he begins again, "did you come here to destroy my elemental, or to rescue this man? Or both," he puts in at the end, as if the thought just occurred that both possibilities might be true, and he takes another puff from his pipe.
We're out of initiative for the moment - what now?
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