Wick pressed his way through the fog, the damp wall guiding his way, though he could feel the wetness start to affect the glove he wore.  Pushing through this fog, he came into a room, seeing a man in tawny robes, flanked by a gnoll and several men.  A brilliant display of light emerged from the robed man's hand, and that was the last thing that registered to Wick before his world went dark.  Bonelessly, Wick crumpled to the ground.

 23:31, Today: DM, on behalf of Wick, rolled 14 using 1d20 ((14)). save vs spell

"Bind him," said Eliphas, gesturing negligently.  "And take my gloves back."

Obediently, Quade, who had come down the passage to give the warning, tied Wick up, removing the gloves that Wick wore before depositing the bound man upon the pile of fabric bolts resting on a wooden platform.

Eliphas took his gloves back from Quade, and then said, "Enough of this."  He turned and spoke again.

[Language unknown: "M hi, al inbeha n ousverwhe mo laprie hisicaera, ecou oul ngmievchro ast hoiou.  At titr rino el prre eiisfi forughmanine."]

From some rough shaking, and judging by the sting in his face some slaps, Wick came back to, finding himself bound and laying on a pile of bolts of fabric.

Wick does what he can to cover his face.  As soon as he's more or less aware, he starts trying to take stock of his situation.  He'd gone through the fog, had seem some people, saw the bright light, then nothing until he was slapped awake.

He looks around, taking stock.  He's bound up, the gloves have been taken and he's laying on a bunch of cloth all wrapped up in bolts.  He holds off doing anything that might draw attention to himself for the moment.

"Finally!" Anrai's voice was more a hoarse whisper, but he started quickly down to bottle the people who'd come into his home between his group on one side and Eliphas and the other half of the crew.  He made a gesture for the rest of the group in the hall to follow him.

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Anrai led the way, now that the other group had passed, into the larger chamber.  Here they would see Westin with an unconscious Quade atop the bound Wick; the gnoll standing beside Eliphas, and the other three men of the group all ready to do battle.  On the ground were Storm who had been knocked over by Telemachus, with Lenelle, Vendavel, and Panatix on their feet facing Eliphas and his companions.

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"Anrai and Tad," said Eliphas, "go up and make sure they have left, and close the door."

He turned next to the wounded Toran, and pulled out a small vial from a pouch at his waist.  "Drink this," he instructed.

"Dak, do you have any other business to attend to?" Eliphas said.  "It might be useful to know if they intend to come back, or send others, now that they have seen the valuables we have here.  But it was a good job, sending them off.  A bonus of six asil for today for each of you, I think."

"I do have a few things on the boat," Dak admitted grudgingly.  He really didn't want to leave his friend alone at a time like this if those thieves did try again.

He could probably beat them back to the boat as they had injured.  If he left his armor here and ran cross country, he could probably do it.  Take what was his and return without incident.  It wasn't likely they'd try anything in their current state before he returned.  But as Eliphas said, they could send others more immediately.  Spin whatever twisted tale they needed to cause undeserved grief.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.