Ärchönia looked sad, because that is what you are supposed to do when someone dies. She kept the expression for as long as socially necessary, then her face grew hard. "We shall avenge him! The nithing shall not celebrate his corse!" she then declared in a resolved tone.

Taking out her rose bloom, she pulled off a petal, then another. "Wend your way, wend your way," she said, as she dropped the petals on Joe.

Presumably at this point, everyone else had bee tended to, one way or another. So, she would go and follow Zorbon at this point, ready for the final battle.

 Falis sighs.  "Damn it..." She looks at Joe, and retrieves any of her weapons that she might have clumsily thrown.  As Ärchönia sees to Joe's body, she shakily retrieves two of her silver coins from her pouch.  "For the ferryman..."  As she does this, she takes some effort to steady her breathing.

 She, too, follows Zorbon, her axe designated for throwing in her left hand and her "striking axe" in her right hand.

Ricky follows behind Archonia, who follows behind Falis, who follows behind Zorbon, who follows the lost bandit.

Zorbon pushes aside the tent flap, peering inside.  It is quiet, and unoccupied.  There are a half dozen cots, three on each side.  Clothes and equipment lie strewn about, though one of the cots has the bed made, and effects placed neatly on a upturned crate.

The wind blows gently, revealing a man sized slit in the back wall of the tent.

 Falis, at the moment, desperately looks for anything resembling a healing potion!  With her eyes, though -- no touching!

Zorbon takes a moment to notice how badly Falis is wounded and moves to her side to cast a Cure Light Wounds spell.

05:28, Today: Zorbon rolled 7 using 1d6+1 with rolls of 6.  CLW on Falis.

 Feeling things knit together and otherwise patch up acceptably, Falis flexes her fingers and then grips her weapons a little tighter.  "Oh... thank you." She then continues with the rest of the group.

Pointing at the obvious hole, Ärchönia states, "The Amaranthine Doxy believes our quarry might have gone this way. Have we a tracker to follow the knave?"

If none are suitable, she will try to do so herself, wondering how difficult it could be.

Falis feels much more hale thanks to Moe.

Ricky rises his hands and shrugs his shoulders.  Archonia steps through the slit into the grass and woods behind the tent.

Roll a d20 please.

Ärchönia looked about, seeing if there were signs of where their quarry went, or if she had just stepped into an ambush. How exciting would that be!

(OOC)
Her roll is a 10.

 Falis looks about past the slit for signs of the party's quarry...

19:46, Today: Falis rolled 7 using 1d20 ((7)).

Zorbon checks under the neatened cot and crate for any sign of a tunnel.

Zorbon finds nothing unexpected under the neat cot, apparently the owner was just not a slob.

Archonia thinks she sees a trail of moved grasses.  It leads out to the west, behind the tents towards the horses.

Falis doesn't see the bandit, but Archonia may be on the right path.

“This way,” Archonia says, pointing out the path. She proceeded toward that direction, as quickly as she could without losing the trail. She doubted that she could catch him before he took off on a horse, but if they could see the direction, perhaps he would still be in missile range.

The trail leads west towards a smaller tent.

 "I'll take the lead.  I can walk, and my blood's mostly back in my body." Falis closes her distance with this tent in front of her companions, her "throwing" axe in her hand and ready to be raised and hurled at moment's notice...

Ärchönia has happy to let Falis take the point. That would give her the space she needed to spellcast if such should prove necessary. "Your bravery will be celebrated with song and dance," she declared, before thinking of the sorts of dances they could have when they finished this grand game successfully.

Faris watches carefully, but the tent makes no aggressive moves.  She can hear a quiet commotion coming from inside.

ooc: The flap faces south, the party is approaching from the east.

Zorbon will bring up the rear to keep Archonia safe.

 Falis ponders.  "We could slice into the tent and surprise them... as best we're able.  Maybe even knock it down if we can find a good enough support to cut."

Ärchönia smiled. "A marvelous plan. I will go and see that they remain inside." She went to the southern side of the tent, in case they elected not to stay within and thus ruin Falis' clever plan. She was not right in the front of the tent or flap, where they could knock her over, but just on that side so if they ran out the flap, she could see where they are going.
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Ricky asks Falis.  "What do we do?"
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 To Ricky, she says, "Whether you want to use your bow, or charge at them with me is up to you... either way, friend, get..."

Falis is going to look around for a rope to cut.  If she can find one, she'll direct Ricky to cut thhe other one.
Failing that, she will slice into the tent with the axe she uses for throwing and hurl it at the nearest bandit.

20:32, Today: Falis rolled 8,4 using 1d20+1,1d6 ((7,4)).
Rolls are provisional, contingent upon slicing into the tent being the only option.

If there is a rope to cut, she will but say "Ready."; if there is a hole that needs cut, she will shout "Ready!".

Archonia moves towards the front of the tent where she can see.  Zorbon backs her up.

Falis and Ricky move to a rope and in a coordinated effort cut the supports, and the tent mostly collapsed.  Three figures are revealed, one of them remains standing, a blade begins hacking at the fabric.  The other two struggle to get to their feet.

Ärchönia applauds the show, but stays in place, since she is there to handle things if any escape, not to melee them.

As before when she did not give suggestions to any of the others, she likewise makes no suggestions to Zorbon. If he decides to go attack them while they are trapped, that is fine, or if he stays with her, that is fine as well.

"Stand down and live, unlike your companions!" Zorbon is ready to brain the blade-wielding bandit should he threaten the ladies when he gets free.