Decima was everything that a city could be: most of all busy, noisy and showful. Here one could see, hear, buy, sell and even smoke anything. The Imperial Palace belonging to the Orator family stood in the center of this biggest city known to people. At the edges of the city there were more peaceful and thus even rather shady areas. Even then one had to stay away from the city entrances and slummish areas to avoid the endless business (or in the case of slums, thievery).

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Party Nº4P4 L01 – Gathering and briefingP4 L02 – Inn actionP4 L03 – Fights and dealsP4 L04 – Sewer and cellarP4 L05 – Night at the noble (!)P4 L06 – Down the drainP4 L07 – Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll

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The huge group of people didn't have much space in the sewer, so they walked about 15 meters along a duct to a node in the system where there was more space. The performers looked miserable (except for the kid) since they had obviously never actually been in a sewer and they were very much opposed to the smell. Craehun asked Seville for scissors and then had Aluaja cut his hair a little because a part of it had burned – and the warriors couldn't help but think that this was just the most perfect time ever to start cutting hair. Geeileq was unrestlessly timid and very jumpy. It wasn't hard to figure out that a bird who was confined under the ground would be very much not okay with it. Therefore, he was pretty much useless and tried to stay as far from the others as was possible while still being within hearing range.

"Have you finished cutting that off already?" Sithra sighed, looking at Aluaja. "None of us like to be here you know, and some of us can smell better than you, too!"
She felt quite sick because of the sewer fumes, but refused to show any of this to the party, though it was obvious she was near puking a couple of times.
"Humans are disgusting..." She mumbled, and trying to keep her wits together, she used the cloth to wrap her scythe up again, hoping this might save it from the sewage water if it ever were to contact it.

Underground was perfectly alright with Toxir. Preferred, even. Staunching the smell by lighting a cigarette, Toxir let the smoke furl out her nostrils, helping to eradicate the smell of shit. To anyone who'd been looking very closely (and had good eyesight), Toxir would have looked as if she were doing an amusing dragon impression, with the smoke pouring out of her nostrils, but it was helping with the stench. Hiking her cloak up around her torso, she secured it around her weapons to keep it and them from drudging through the muck.

Faustus cleared his throat behind Sithra, as he heard her comment about humans. “Well fleabag, you wanted to go first, so I’d jus’ focus on a way out if I were you.” The Ravillan didn’t see himself as sticking up for Aluaja, more like keeping the performers as calm as possible so they can get this thing over and done with. “B’sides, those tiger-people aren’t exactly sweet-smelling after a day of hunting and whatever else they do.” Faustus grunted, oblivious towards Sithra’s heritage or customs. After venting some of that frustration out, the hunter felt better for it and really didn’t mind wading through the sewer due to past experiences as a thief. Noticing Gee acting agitated and standing further away from the group only made his mood brighter, and with an unbearable grin he posed the question “What now?”

The performers didn't reply to Sithra about the hair-cutting, but as soon as it was done, they quickly put the scissors away and focused. Surprisingly enough, Craehun's hair managed to look good even with the very nonconventional haircut. The humans and the kid seemed to not mind Toxir's smoking at this point, in fact they thought that it was a good way to cancel out the stench of sewage. Kata and Kirr'hena, however, stood that much further from her. As soon as Faustus had said "what now", all the performers said simultaneously something along the lines "I want out!" The kid started whispering something to Aluaja.

"We need to get out, jackass!" said Geeileq. Though his priority would've been clearing up the issue about what they would do with the performers, his claustrophobia took over and he just wanted to get out before he started killing people. "If we go along that tube there, we should soon end up in a place I checked in the day that isn't crowded", he added and pointed at a tube.

"Then just walk", said Nal'unah, not happy either to be inside a stinking tube. She wondered where would they get out to, and how would they exactly do that, considering how many were they. But she didn't worry and just kept moving, heading the way Gee had indicated.

Tabaxi limped along after Unah, with nothing to say and no desire to stay in the sewer any longer than she has to. The wound on her back would surely have some kind of infection in it at this point. It was about then that she thought to ask the performers for help. "Say, any of you lot a healer?" She turned and asked, poking her head back into the main node that they just left, and where the rest are still standing. 

"No shit, I just thought you'd wanna' work out a plan for after we get out. But hey, half a dozen bloodied up performers hangin' around with the mercs sent to kill ‘em ain’t suspicious!" Faustus snapped back, doubting they could take the performers back to the inn the noble owned. "What's your damn problem anyway." Faustus grunted rhetorically, and started to walk after Nal'unah, losing interest in whatever Gee was about to say.

"Wait, please", said Aluaja suddenly, directed toward those that had went into the tube. She had to wait a bit for Geeileq to stop talking, but then continued: "Dei'kea knows an alternative way that'll lead close to an abandoned house near a small patch of trees..." Dei'kea continued with a little kid's voice: "An' we wouldn't have to crawl through small tubes or walk in this muck. It's just about 200 meters." Kirr'hena looked at the kid with mild disdain. "How do you know that? Are you even sure?"

"Well EXCUSE me, I didn't plan on getting back into this fucking sewer", snapped Geeileq at Faustus. "Maybe ya like it here with all this shit an' filth so close to ya, pressing down yer neck. Heck, ya bear a strong resemblance both in looks AND personality!" Geeileq turned, facing away from the others, and took a few steps in random directions, swearing profusely and trying his best to get himself together. After he heard what Aluaja and the kid said, he walked to them and grabbed Dei'kea by the arm. "I'm sold. Now lead the way an' quickly!" He started dragging the kid through the main tube, staying on the narrow edge next to the main tube. 

Feeling rather ignored, Tabaxi muttered to herself as she followed Geeileq down the tube. "Guess not, then. I'll just keep limping along then, I suppose."

Unah shook her head annoyed. She didn't know if they should be trusting so blindly this performers, but it looked like they didn't have much choice right now. Turning around, Unah walked back to the main tube and followed Geeileq and the kid. "C'mon, move your feet people", she said to everyone. The faster they moved, the sooner they would be outside.

Faustus was already busy ignoring Gee as best as possible. The hauken’s high-pitched shrieking would have been comical had it not been for the insults. “I’d rather have the damn shit and filth than spend another second with that squeaky bastard.” The ravillan grumbled to himself, but followed reluctantly since the job had just started to get interesting. 

Looking down to Tabaxi, Toxir grunted slightly. "My potions are at the inn. I can either carry you or the cannon." She offered in a rather uncommon display of compassion. Arching a lazy brow as she overheard Gee and Faustus, Toxir rolled her onyx eyes. "Shut the fuck up, the lot of you." She grumbled, having to hear the Hauken's piercing voice reverberate several times off of the stone walls.

The performers moved along quite swiftly as soon as they had started moving through the main tube, since it was easy to follow and all. Kirr'hena seemed reluctant to follow the kid's lead, but as soon as it started looking like he'd be left at the tail of the group with Toxir, he too started moving swiftly.
After a moment of fast-paced walking, the kid turned to look at a side tube for a moment. Geeileq also followed the kid's line of sight and saw a human cowering in the small tube.

Since Geeileq's nerves were pulled tight as it was, he thought it would an extremely simple and appealing solution to kill the human, so he grabbed his epee and attempted to stab the human in the chest.

"What the hell are you doing??" said loudly Nal'unah, attempting to grab violently Geeileq by the arm as he tried to stab someone standing there in the dark tube. "As we didn't have enough trouble already!" she complained. "You, who are you?" she adressed the person there, trying to contain Gee for the moment but willing to release him if this person proved to be dangerous.

Nal'unah managed to hold off Geeileq, but only barely and it would've probably failed if Aluaja hadn't helped her. The saved human was terrified and didn't manage any reply. He obviously wasn't dangerous as such, but seemed to be very ill.

Geeileq turned fairly violently at Unah and the Caerhamian. "Yaaah! What the heck's yer problem? Do ya think we'll get into trouble for killing off sick scum now, what?!" Undoubtedly he had some better reasoning for killing the human, but was too nervous to explain it in detail just at the moment, at least without proper leading questions.

Faustus moved further forwards to spot Unah and Aluaja holding Gee back from someone. "Can't you just hit him over the head, at least he'd be quiet then." He grumbled, obviously talking about the hauken. Keeping his distance from both the frantic Gee and the ill human, Faustus had managed to catch Nal'unah's question, but hadn't heard any answer of such. "I believe she asked you a question, now we're not goin' to hurt ya..." Though in fact, the Ravillan wasn't entirely sure where he stood on the matter, he didn’t want to kill the man, but if it helped to avoid the danger of catching whatever plague he was carrying, then he was all for it.

"Right, birdy, shut it." Sithra said, pointing at him, not caring if the Hauken could see the finger or not. "And get a grip. I ain't planning on adding any more goo, gore, stench or whatever to this blasted pipe. And did it ever occur to you these pipes might carry sound a far way? Before you know it there're guards all over because people hear screams from the sewers."
She sniffed, and she walked past the Hauken, looking down on the human herself. "Alright, sewerrat, you're still alive. Either you say something, or we leave you here by yourself. We're in a hurry."

The dirty Ravillan who Geeileq had tried to kill was still shocked and he didn't seem to understand too much of what was said to him. He blabbered out some nonsense, much like a quiet baby who doesn't know many words yet.

Backing away quickly from the others as they started coming closer, Geeileq turned around and took a few steps forward. "Kill that filthy sickling", he mumbled and shoved the kid forward. "If ya don't an' the city comes down with some horrible disease, I'm going to blame you." With that, he started walking again, but not so fast that the others would fall behind even if they waited for a while.

Tabaxi at first hadn't heard Toxir's offer, her mind tumbling around with thoughts in her head and occasionally muttering to herself out loud. Once it finally registered, though, Tabaxi smiled warmly up at Toxir. "Thank you, I appreciate it." She said, handing over her cannon for Toxir to carry. When they caught up with Geeileq and the strange Ravillan, she glanced at Gee, noted the odd behavior, and slowly approached the strange Ravillan. Rather than bothering to speak to him, she tries to smell him, struggling to pick up his scent amongst the sewer stenches.

Nodding to the little lynx, Toxir took the cannon and continued walking forward, adjusting the cannon against her shoulder. Looking down to the diseased man, Toxir arched a lazy brow. "You want him dead. Your kill, birdman. We're not your slaves." Stepping past the sickling caused Toxir to bump him roughly into the wall with her elbow.

Unah watched the man, and thought he didn't look like a dangerous person, so she just decided to ignore him and keep walking, mumbling some complain about the guy's mutism. She following Gee, thinking it would be wise to keep an eye on him, after knowing now what kind of behaivior the sewer caused on him. She wondered why he had suggested it in the first place if he felt so uncomfortable in there.

"I would've killed him if ya damned ones hadn't stopped me! It's YER responsibility now!" snapped Geeileq, turning around and knocking the kid down with his wings. He went "oops", turned back and picked the kid up again.

Shrugging her shoulders (made slightly less fluid by the additional weight of Tabaxi's cannon), Toxir did not bother to respond, nor did she pay the sick man any more attention. If Geeileq didn't care enough to do it himself then it wasn't anyone else's endeavor; finishing what he had allowed himself to be deterred from. What the hell did she care if the city came down with disease anyway - she lived away from all that bullshit. Watching as Gee's wings knocked the kid over, she smirked and continued walking at a leisurely pace. No use everyone being surly; she much preferred indifference to needlessly making an ass of herself.

Sithra waited a few more seconds, and then deemed the Ravillan as typically male and hopeless, always winding up in the gutter. "C'mon people, he isn't going to say anything smart in the coming year, let's go on."
She took up her scythe again, and walked after Toxir.

Getting bored of the situation very quickly, Faustus wandered after Sithra. Ignoring the ill-looking man, assuming that he had his own problems judging by how he looked. He was disappointed that no one had took up his suggestion of beating Gee over the head, but there was always time for that later. Keeping close to the others, he intended to keep an eye on all of them, especially the hauken.

The performers followed along, trying to move out as quickly as they could, though with all their wounds, they started being quite tired and fed up. Kirr'hena, however, stopped at the side tube and started casting a spell.

Slugging along in the back and following everyone else, Tabaxi's sharp ears just happened to pick up the sound of Kirr'hena's casting. She quickly trotted back to him and grabbed his arm, jostling him. "Hey, hey! What're you doing?" She asked loudly, hoping that someone from her group would come and back her up soon.

Despite Tabaxi's attempt, Kirr'hena wasn't disturbed and cast the spell successfully. A wind slash hit the sick man and the damage rendered him unconscious ridiculously easily. The Eolan looked at Tabaxi and said: "If that's the same sickness that's been floating around here, he's better off dead. You people aren't from around here, I can tell." He didn't resist Tabaxi, but looked at the unconscious Ravillan again. "We should throw him in the water."

Tabaxi let go of Kirr, gaping at him like a fish. You just didn't go around killing off sick people, in her mind anyway- of course, she didn't know about the severity of the sickness or even what it was, but still... To her, it was something like sodomizing a kitten, it something that you just don't do... And the thought of leaving an unconcious man to suffocate to death in sewage made her blood boil. "If you're going to kill him, stop being a chicken shit and slit his fucking throat." She said rather loudly, stumbling backwards abruptly and beginning to move toward the rest of the group. Even if she had had the stomach to do it herself, she had given that kogatana back to Faustus.

Kirr'hena glared at Tabaxi again. "So you want me to get the sickness and then infect you, is that it? I can use magic to kill him without touching him, which is much safer for me AND you." The eolan casted another spell then, which blew the body from the tube and made it drop into the water, though not with such force that it would splash any of the group. Having done that, Kirr'hena kept on moving.

The arguing between Tabaxi and the Eolan made Faustus stop and turn around, ready to tell one of them to shut up. He did not expect to see the so far docile performer slaughter an innocent man. He was speechless for a while, and eventually continued walking alongside the rest of the performers. The hunter had been away for a few years, and prayed that Decima wasn’t about to fall victim to some sort of epidemic but had to put his mind to rest. “What the hell was all that about, and what type of ‘sickness’ did he have?” Faustus demanded from one of the nearby performers, not caring who answered, as long as he got an answer.

Kirr'hena and Seville both looked at Faustus. "Don't you agree that we should we get out of here first?" asked Seville, but Kirr'hena didn't seem to have any trouble delaying them (though it certainly didn't stop the kid and Geeileq keeping on moving at the front). "A friend died because of an illness that takes the speaking ability. It was nasty. I asked around about it and people said there's no cure for that, but who knows what those experienced white mages come up with. It's not really contagious though, so at least there's one good thing about it. But I wouldn't risk it. The rumors about it aren't too wide-spread because people are so sure they won't get it." With that, he waited for Faustus to move so that they could get going.

At the front of their little line, the kid Dei'kea informed that if they climbed up a ladder there, they'd end up in the abandoned house.

Ever so eager to get out, Geeileq pushed the kid aside, saying: "Wait here until I say it's okay to come up." He then climbed up, but wasn't about to be totally careless about it, in case the kid had been lying. (move silently)

Geeileq opened the hatch at the top of the vertical tube and saw nothing but black, even the sewer tubes below him had had some sources of light here and there, making it possible to see where one stepped, but not so here.

Geeileq grimaced and backed a little into the vertical tube, letting the hatch close. "Hey kid! Come on up here! But no one else!" Having said that, he pushed the hatch open again, fumbled with his hands to check that there wasn't anything in the way and crawled up from the sewer, staying on his haunches until the kid would get there.

"Then how's it spreading?" Toxir asked hypothetically under her breath, soft enough that no one would have heard anything other than a grumble. The Eolan's spell had made her wary of him; there was no saying that he wouldn't perform a spell on the party and allow his lot to escape. As Kirr'hena told about the friend, Toxir tuned him out. She didn't give a shit about his losses and wsa beginning to regret having removed his arrow. "Should've let the fucker die there." She said to herself, watching as Gee called the kid forward.

“Well I guess he’ll never know…” Faustus nodded to the water as the Eolan went on about experienced white mages and a chance for a cure. “But a disease that stops ya’ talkin’ sounds pretty bad for a mage.” He shrugged, assuming his friend was a magic wielder. Spotting that people had started to wait for him, Faustus set off moving again, cautious of where Gee and the kid had vanished to.

Unah felt also impressed by the eolan's attitude. Killing a sick man who did nothing to them wasn't right. Faustus words were right, she thought. The fear to be unable to cast a spell was probably what triggered Kirr'hena reaction. Nevermind, she said nothing and went to where Gee and Dei'kea were. "What is it?" she asked, when she noticed they weren't advancing nowhere.

Kirr'hena started moving after Faustus, clutching his own chest. "He'd never have known", the Eolan said. "He would've died here and had a bigger chance to infect people." He looked strainedly at Faustus when he said the sickness being bad for mages particularly. "What do you... oh", he started, but got it. "Hm, I suppose that's true for those who call forth magic mostly with their voices. But losing the ability to speak is horrible for anyone."

The kid hesitated a bit in climbing, but when Nal'unah came there, she grabbed the ladder. "I need to go up..." Dei'kea climbed up and went through the same hatch as Geeileq. She guessed the reason why he had called her there and described the room, though even she had trouble seeing there. "It's just a small room..." Dei'kea got up and walked behind Geeileq. "Here's a door." Dei'kea tried to open it, but it was locked.

Standing up when the kid came up, Geeileq just listened and then moved to the door after the kid told where it was. After noticing that it was locked, Geeileq listened for a moment and poked the door in case he could figure out the mechanism, but got bored with it and just tried to smash the thing open.

The primitive locking mechanism broke down just barely and Geeileq found himself in a some sort of cellar. It was dark, but there was enough light filtering from the small window near the ceiling that the overall layout of the room could be seen. There was some obsolete and unused equipment on one wall to control the flow of water. However, though the equipment was pretty unused, water could be heard flowing behind it. On the opposite wall were stairs up. There were a few open shelves in the room, but they were empty. The place seemed clearly abandoned.
The kid looked down the sewer hole they'd come from. "Come up!"

Faustus didn't mind the sewers that much, so he could bare the filth a little longer. "Bleh, I don't think I'd mind it if that Hauken creature lost his voice." He grumbled to himself, picturing a mute Gee flailing his arms around in a vain attempt to speak. With his mood instantly improved, he made his way to the ladder, stopping behind Nal'unah. "Ladies first." He grinned, there were a hint of mocking to his tone of voice, but continued to wait patiently. 

Unah shrugged at Faustus comment and said "thanks". She went up the stairs into the dark room, and wondered where in the city were they now. She had lost her orientation down in the tunnels. She looked around the room to see if there was anything interesting, while she waited for the whole group to come up there. (Spot)

Waiting at the bottom of the ladder, Toxir stood to the side so that the others could climb. Looking back to Tabaxi, her black eyes narrowed a bit as she looked the small cat up and down before deciding that she was well enough to climb on her own. However, she was unsure whether or not Tabaxi could hoist the cannon from out of the hole as Toxir came up. Shrugging internally, Toxir knew she could scale the ladder with the cannon, she would just have to do so slowly, carefully. Standing passively, she overheard the exchange between Faustus and Nal'unah and smirked in the darkness. She sincerely wished everyone would hurry the hell up so that she could climb out and get the hell on with things.

The performers climbed up the ladder one after another and gathered in the larger cellar room, whining a bit about their injuries, but not too loudly. Aluaja made a tiny magical flame that lit the room up like a candle. "Just to make sure, I'm not going to burn down this place too... I don't even have mana for it or anything..." she said a bit cautiously.

In the tiny room where the sewer tube led there was pretty much nothing, since nothing could really be seen. In the larger room, Nal'unah saw the empty shelves as well as the equipment and stairs up. There was one empty bottle on one shelf and what seemed to be a parchment on another, and those could be seen rather clearly once Aluaja had lit up her little flame.

In the cellar room, once that he was sure it was pretty secure, Geeileq moved out of the way of the performers and went to sit at the stairs that led up. He clearly didn't seem as tense anymore, obviously being in a narrow, closed space with a lot of people had made him really nervous. This room, while not even close to ideal, was much better, especially since he could sit near the door and further from the others. "Maybe ya lot ought to start piling up your stuff so that we can just pick them up when we go", he said with a dismissive hand gesture.

Tabaxi climbed the ladder with only a few groans of protest, then sat at the top, waiting for Toxir to come up. "Pass me the cannon," She called down to her, stretching her hand down the opening to take it from Toxir.

Sithra had simply walked on as soon as she verified the spells cast weren't pointing in her direction. She didn't really care about the sick man, but figured the Eolan had a good enough reason to blast the man. At the staircase, she waited until Tabaxi and Toxir had finished hauling the cannon up. She could hardly resist the urge to scold at them, but she knew she couldn't blame them for the stench. Not really anyway. So she just mumbled a quick "Would you hurry up please?" without too much conviction.

Deciding Toxir didn't really qualify as a lady, Faustus made his way up into the room, moving cautiously to where the others were. Not really having anything to say for the moment, the hunter wandered into the other room where everyone had gathered. "Where in Decima is this place and how'd you know about it?" Faustus asked the kid feeling a little detached from his surroundings. 

Arching a brow as Tabaxi asked for the cannon, Toxir looked up to the lynx through the hole above. "I'm waiting" was the only reply she offered and waited for the moody panther and unwarrantedly cocky Ravillan to clear the ladder. Adjusting the cannon so that she had a very limited use of that hand, she placed her foot on the first rung and learned where her new balance was before carefully climbing. It was slower (obviously) than she would have liked to move, but it was faring well enough. Lifting her leg, she let the cannon rest on it as she freed her hand. "Here," she said to Tabaxi, hoisting the cannon by lifting her leg to rise to the next peg, thrusting the cannon through the opening. Free of the cannon's weight, she hoisted herself up and dusted herself off. Taking the cannon again from Tabaxi, she let the weight lean against her thigh before carrying it again.

The performers looked at Geeileq a bit questioningly, but did start piling up their stuff on the floor next to the stairs. Dei'kea, then again, replied to Faustus: "Uh, it's just a few blocks away from that performing hall toward the border of the city. I think the trees around this place go almost to the border... An' I don't really know what this place is, I've just ran around here with a few friends because it's too light outside and the guards don't like kids runnin' around the streets at night." The kid then took a few steps away from Faustus and hid from Aluaja's little candle flame when she lit it up again. Lohien, Aluaja and Seville hadn't taken off their robes, but they apparently didn't have much other clothes under them. They started whining about how bloody and dirty they were. Aluaja then realized that if they could hear water flowing behind the equipment, there probably WAS indeed a flow of water there, and they could at least wash themselves enough to not leave any bloody footprints around. Looking around, Kirr'hena spotted the parchment on one of the shelves, took it and started reading it. "Hey, these are instructions on how to use the equipment. There's a door to inside of that thing. Unlock the door by pulling the two levers there and there..." he said and pointed Craehun and Lohien to pull on the two levers.

Geeileq smirked to himself as the performers piled up their stuff, fiddling with the comb he had in his pocket. He then watched slightly curiously at what the performers were doing, but didn't care enough to interfere. He didn't think it his business if they wanted to clean themselves. However, he got another rather nice idea and stood up, walked next to Aluaja and prodded her on the shoulder. "Nice trick", he said, implying the little candle flame she used to light up the room. "Can ya do that enchanting thing to make stuff glow?"

Faustus left the performers to tend to whatever they wanted to do, it wasn’t any of his business really. He eyed the ones that remained quiet though, suspicious of the panther while he half listened to what the boy said. “Huh, that so.” He redirected his attention back to the kid as he flinched away from the light. “You a Dah’kin or somethin?” The hunter grumbled out of curiosity, come to think of it he hadn’t even asked the child what he was doing hiding in the barrel in the performance hall.

"Uh, yeah?" answered Dei'kea, taking another step away from Faustus, not liking the way he got nosy.

Taking a bath sounded fabulous to Tabaxi. She sat on the floor next to Toxir, watching the performers mess with the equipment. She wondered if she should get up and help them, but she was probably too tired and sore to be of much help. She called out to Craehun and Lohien anyway, "Hey, you guys need a hand over there?"

Faustus ignored the way Dei'kea moved away when questioned, and continued with his interrogation. "A Dah'kin that likes to hide in barrels, what were you doin' there in the first place?" Faustus actually took a step towards the boy before continuing; he took some sort of sick pleasure in making the kid uncomfortable. "Friends with Eolans too? I mean you don't seem like most Dah'kins, unlike her." He gestured towards Toxir. "She's probably got the Spire Coda printed firmly on the inside of 'er skull."

Lohien and Craehun just managed to open the door when Tabaxi offered her help. However, Seville said: "Certainly, if you want to help, you are more than free to." They opened the door and ended up in a small room that had a sort of terrace, two by three meters big and with a wooden shield preventing the splashing of water that flowed through some mechanism near the ceiling and from there down, apparently into the sewer.
"That's clean water!" shouted Dei'kea from the big room. The performers thought for a moment if they should pollute the clean water, but decided that it would easily wash away by morning, and almost no one would be up at this time getting water anyway, and the place was near the edge too. So they opened the shield and Lohien bent the flow of a stream of water enough for them to not risk hanging from the edge of the terrace. With that, they started washing up the blood and some sewage off their clothes and bodies. "Did you want to wash up, too?" asked Lohien from Tabaxi.
Aluaja glared at Geeileq a little but then mumbled: "Yeah... yeah I can." She then went to wash up a little too.

"That's great. Ya can enchant a few things then. An' so can the rest of you mages", said Geeileq, sounding fairly evil. "What more of a fitting price for yer lives." He then started wondering what he would want enchanted to glow.

The kid eyed Faustus as if he was some sort of pedophile. "What do you care?" Dei'kea took a few more steps away from Faustus again, this time toward the stairs. "Kirr'hena isn't my friend! He doesn't even like me. ...What, she's a Dah'kin?" Dei'kea looked confused and looked at Toxir for a moment. "Oh, a half-breed... What do YOU know about seeming like a Dah'kin anyway huh?"

"Wasting your time arguing with a child?" Toxir posed amusedly as she fished into her pocket for a match and lit a cigarette. Shaking the flame of the match out before letting it fall to the ground, Toxir shook her head and smirked. "I guess you've proved yourself a stellar wit after all." Letting the cannon slip down her leg, she caught it with her foot to avoid a loud crash and gently lowered it to the ground before looking up to where the majority of the other women had disappeared to. Bathing would indeed be lovely. Deciding to wait until there wasn't a crowd, Toxir leaned against the wall, folding her arms across her chest and took in her surroundings, her thick white smoke filling around her.

Unah listened to Faustus talking and was about to laugh, but contained. When the performers found a bath with fresh water into that abandoned house, she thought somehow the scene was unreal. She thought she had never seen people worrying about bathing when they should be worrying about saving their lives. Then again, she remembered when in the sewers one of them decided to cut her hair. "What should we do next?", she asked, "after bathing and that, of course", she added with some acid sound to her words. "Mages", she thought. Who could understand them.

"Who's arguing? I'm just having a pleasant conversation here about Dah'kins, half-breeds and barrels." Faustus shrugged, wondering why he was the only one who thought it made sense to question a Dah'kin kid who had just appeared out of nowhere. "An' I hope your not plannin' to burn this place to the ground as well, cuz' we're running out of places to go." He couldn’t resist a grin as he pointed to her cigarette, ignoring whatever the child had said since Toxir's interruption. Instead He listened to whatever Unah had to say, and her tone of voice made it pretty clear where she stood. He secretly agreed about the bathing part, but if you couldn't beat them, join them. "I s'pose after they've done pampering themselves, Kirr...whatever his face'll tell us about these friends of his. An’ then there’s this enchantment business… " He answered as he started to slowly make his way over to where the water was, feeling he might as well keep up appearances while in the city.

Toxir just smirked at Faustus, a large plume of smoke filing through her expression.

Sithra looked around the room for a bit, but didn't find the place of any interest. When she fond out there was a bath, she couldn't deny that after the whole sewer experience she could use one herself. She just didn't feel like bathing with any of these people, so she just waited until they were finished. Meanwhile, she was following the conversation about the enchantments. Now that was an interesting deal, to be sure. Although she didn't need anything shiny or glowing, which seemed to fascinate the Hauken so much, she guessed these mages could do more than just make glowing weaponry. She had been in a cone of flames (the thought hit her that although Toxir burned the place down with a match, that flame bearer failed to achieve the same with an entire flamethrower) so surely there were more useful (being more damaging) enchantments around.

"...And speakin' of which." Faustus continued on from what he was last talking about, which happened to be the enchantments. "I don't s'pose you could enchant that illusion trick on something for me?" He asked Lohien, but it was obviously not a real question, given that in his eyes she had no choice. But feeling he might as well be polite about it, Faustus approached the rysallean woman and waited as patiently as he could for a response.

Seville realized he was alone in the cellar room with the warriors and Dei'kea and decided then to move closer to the water-controlling equipment but not go inside the smaller room because he certainly didn't have an intention of getting wet and cold, seeing as he also wasn't injured. Even Lohien was there only to control the water. Kata, Craehun and Aluaja were so pierced that they pretty much just had Lohien drop a barrelful of water on them, after which they were drenched, but clean. They realized they needed to temporarily tie the wounds with something and decided to make use of Seville's robe, since it was the best piece to sacrifice. Kirr'hena then again didn't soak himself but just cleaned the blood off his chest with his top and then cleaned the top. Consequently, Kirr'hena looked like a scrawny little thing without his shirt, but fortunately he knew this and put the top on as soon as he thought it was dry enough. Eventually they all exited the smaller room, leaving it much like they found it, albeit wetter. However, without Lohien it would be very dangerous to even try reaching the water of the tiny waterfall that flowed behind the wooden shields since there was no railing and the drop down into the tubing didn't look like it would be comfortable at all.
Dei'kea hid under the stairs and kept glaring at Faustus, just in case he'd start getting closer again.
Lohien, for her part, looked at Faustus slightly worriedly, but she too didn't really see of herself as having a choice, so she said: "Yes... I can."

Geeileq grinned while trying to think up of a practical thing to made glow and eventually figured that an arrowhead would be fitting enough. He then took one of formerly Lohien's arrows, snapped it in about half and gave Aluaja the half with the arrowhead. "Enchant this", he said while giving it to the Caerhamian.

Tabaxi jostled herself awake with a sudden loud snore. She had evidently nodded off while the mages were bathing and while the others were bickering – she was very exhausted, and still wounded. The wound pulled sharply as she straightened her back, her cotton tunic sticking to the slice across her shoulders. She knew the wound was pretty bad, but was loathe to use her one healing potion just yet; she wasn't even quite sure if she was carrying it with her in her small pouches, or if she'd stashed it back at the inn. She also knew she would need help washing the wound and binding it closed. Toxir had been immensely kind and helpful to her thusfar, taking care of her precious cannon for her, and she hated to impose on her further. So instead, she looked to Unah. Unah seemed tense and impatient, and Tabaxi thought that maybe giving her something to do would help her to calm down. "Unah, would you mind helping me wash and dress this wound really quick before we go?" She asked the Planetarii, smiling cheerily (albeit very tiredly) and reaching over to tug playfully on her leg garments.

"Great!" Faustus clearly caught the worry on Lohien's face, it did not stop a wide grin though. "You can enchant this." He undid his tribal necklace and carefully handed it to the rysallean, pausing for a second to consider the spell. "I know little 'bout magic, but will the enchantment have the same effect as the spell?" Faustus asked, serious for once, since he didn't want to be walking around with some sort of cursed necklace.

Unah was taken out of her thoughts when Tabaxi addressed her. She hadn't cared much about her wound, she didn't even clearly remember how she had gotten it. "Sure", she said, feeling a bit bad for not paying attention early. Seeing Faustus had Lohien busy enchanting something, she, being the big woman she was, decided she could try to get water. "This won't be easy now..." she said, wondering why Tabaxi didn't bathe earlier with the rest of the performers. She grabbed the bucket with one hand and thought how to get the water out of that strange waterfall inside a house. "How did they get the water?" she asked to nobody in particular, but pretty puzzled about it.

Aluaja held the half-of-an-arrow a bit weirdly, but started enchanting it anyway. After a bit of mumbling and some magical energy centering, the arrow-half glowed brightly and lit up the whole room. She handed it to Geeileq.
Lohien was about to take the necklace and explain what the enchanting would make him able to do, but she heard Unah in the water room and decided to do that first. "Excuse me... I'll take care of this first if you don't mind", she said and went into the other room. Since Lohien certainly thought it was impossible to get the water any other way, she simply bent the flow of a small stream of water magically for Unah so that she could just use that directly or fill the bucket with it.

Unah quickly putted the bucket under the stream of water Lohien had redirected from its course. "Thank you" she said to the mage, having to recognize magic was useful from time to time. Once the bucket was full she walked towards Tabaxi, and after kneeling to take a look at her wound, she started to wash it carefully.

Tabaxi wriggled and writhed under Unah's careful touch, the wound still stung like fire each time water was poured across it. Gritting her teeth, she hissed through them, "Ssss! How bad does it look? Did she shred me up pretty good or am I just being a big baby?"

Once Lohien was done with the water, she went back to Faustus. "It'll just make you a bit blurrier..." she said. "It's just a simple spell."

Grinning, Geeileq took the glowing arrowhead and held it up so that it continued emitting light into the room. He admired its usefulness for a moment before getting to business: "Okay, did someone have any changes to the plan? We take this pile of stuff an' the money to the noble an' get the document about those dah'kins in trouble." He pointed at the performers. "You bunch will give us the location of your friends an' leave this city as soon as ya can. Did I forget something?"

"You'll be fine" said Unah with a smile to Tabaxi. "We should tie the wound so it heals, though" she added, and then listened to what Geeileq was saying. She thought maybe they needed to work on the story they'd tell the nobleman, but didn't say anything yet. She thought what she could use to tie Tabaxi's wound. Maybe the performers had left a piece of the robe they had used for that purpose around. (spot)

Unfortunately Nal'unah didn't find any bandaging materials.

"Too bad, but it's better than nothin' and it should prove somewhat helpful..." Faustus weighed up the possibility of having another spell from their arsenal but doubted they would have anything that complex or useful to him.

Lohien started working on the necklace and soon had it enchanted, though she certainly wasn't happy about having to do it. Once she was done, she tossed the necklace back to Faustus. Kirr'hena was facepalming, staying quiet and hoping that he wouldn't have to enchant anything.

"How long do we have before that noble becomes suspicious?" Sithra suddenly asked. "That whole place burned down, if we'd survived it'd be logical the first thing we'd do would be to report to him. Get that enchanting over with, I say we go as soon as possible."
While she said so, she walked to the bucket of water Unah had, and washed off what little blood and scorch marks remained on her armor. "Now, how're we going to carry to this stuff around?" She looked at the performers. "I do hope a bunch of travelling performers like yourself have a nice wagon we can claim as loot?"

"Do you have anything we can use to tie this?" Unah asked Tabaxi, after looking at the few things she was wearing, thinking if she should sacrifice any of them in the lynx's wound. "Don't wash yourself that much, we've got to look like we escaped a fire", she said to Sithra, then listened to what she had to say. "I can carry stuff", she offered, "but we need to go back to the inn before we go to the noble, I'm missing my weapon".

Tabaxi started ripping off the hem of her tunic and handed it to Unah, she wasn't fond of the thing and it was already ruined, anyway. When she was done ripping, she wound up looking like she was wearing a cotton midriff shirt. Perhaps she'd gotten a little carried away whilst tearing the tunic. "Oopsie."

"We can't go around the streets with fresh blood on our armors either, now can we?" Sithra replied to Unah.

"Why not?" answered Unah to Sithra, like as if she had done so a million times. She grabbed the piece of tunic Tabaxi handed her and tried her best to tie the girl's wound as well as she could.
   
Nal'unah tied up Tabaxi's wound so that it looked fairly inconspicuous now. It didn't really have much other effect, though.

"Hmmm, thanks." Faustus grinned as he fastened the newly enchanted item around his neck. Becoming more interested in the conversation between the others, he wandered over to the bucket and followed Sithra's lead, taking a bit of water to wash the sewage from his face and hair. He left his clothes, since he hadn't much blood on them anyway and he could change them once the mission was over. "I 'spose it could attract attention, but I think it'd help if we looked the part when meetin' the noble." Faustus grumbled a reply, hoping to settle the pointless issue and get on with things.

"Obviously we got lost in the sewer while we were escaping the fire", said Geeileq with a shrug. He figured that as long as the performers did what they promised, the noble couldn't find out what really had happened no matter how much he doubted it. And heck, Gee could always fly back to Kosate if things got bad enough. "So, what's our story? Little fire mage here rather burned down the whole place, killing everyone, an' then we all had to crawl through the sewers? An' we managed to kill them before the fire totally crapped up the place so we could at least take some of their stuff." He eyed the pile of things and pointed at the few cloths that had burned and been drenched in blood. "These look nicely convincing to me." He turned to Sithra then. "Hmh, I saw the wagon at the back door of the theater. That won't do obviously... but I suppose we can just wrap most of the stuff up in the cloaks."

The performers started getting uneasy and felt like they really should be going. Lohien spoke out: "Can we go now?"

Tabaxi felt better just knowing that her wound had had some attention paid to it. "Thanks, Unah." She says to the Planetarii, then turns her attention to Lohien. "I don't see why not. You've got your freedom, we've got your loot and a lead for our next money-making scheme. I think this deal's worked out nicely. Just be sure that nobody sees your faces on the way out of town. That's always the tough part, and as performers you're all pretty recognizable."

"But as the actors you are, I'm sure you can find a way to pass unnoticed" Unah added to Tabaxi's words. "And you better do so" she said with a rather menacing tone to her voice. It would get them into trouble if the performers decided not to honour the deal they had made. She turned to the pile of stuff that was lying on the floor now. "How do we divide all this?"

Staunching the glowing ember on the wall behind her, Toxir yawned and casually looked over the pile of belongings. Considering the dynamics of the group, Toxir doubted the divying would go smoothly. Clearing her throat quietly, her eyes wandered lazily around the room, noticing that Unah had bandaged up Tabaxi. Hiking a brow at the performers, she merely shook her head and turned away from them. This mission was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth. There was a reason she kept to herself.

"Hold!" said Geeileq at the performers. "You still need to give us the money you got an' that document thing an' explain the location of yer buddies." He turned to Unah in the meantime. "D'ya mean that ya don't want to take any of the stuff to the noble? I was thinking we all take one or two things... or nothing! So that the guy won't be too suspicious about it." He stared at Unah. "If we betray him, we'll have to relocate our asses out of this city an' hide."

Faustus got bored of the conversation quite easily, mostly because he wasn’t included in it. Wandering over to the pile, he searched for something small that he could take to the noble, not caring much for what the others had to carry. Pulling a cairnstone ring from the pile he thought he might as well be consistent and took the amber ring as well. “Everyone know the plan don’ they?” Faustus asked, his words spiked with sarcasm. “Jus’ avoid sayin’ the ‘performers are alive’ an’ we should be fine.” 

Sithra left the conversation for what it was and joined Faustus at the pile. She decided the pick out some items from the supposedly dead manager; a diplomat's sash, golden cloak and a magic potion.

Unah didn't see much in the pile that was of her interest. Only the boomerang triggered her curiosity, so she picked it. "Well... alright then, we pick only a couple of things" she answered Gee with a shrug. "There ain't much we can use here anyway", she added.

Tabaxi's eyes got big as she eyed the pile of loot. She dearly wanted to wear the Winged Boots, surely the noble wouldn't be looking for a pair of boots... Or the shiny Tribal Necklace, or a jeweled belt... She pulled those three things out of the pile, and struggled with the urge to put them on in front of the performers. It just seemed plain mean to take their things away and then start parading around in them. 

Toxir watched the performers idly as the group made its selections. She knew that she would have a difficult time watching other people claim her things, but she also didn't get herself into situations like these. Walking over to the pile, she surveyed her options for a moment. There wasn't a whole lot she found useful, but she grabbed the scimitar figuring it'd be a good way to clear brush in the woods. She also claimed a magic potion and the swift gloves, as her gauntlets sometimes became heavy.

Kirr'hena seemed squirmy. "Hey kid, give them the stuff, now." The Eolan looked around since he didn't know where Dei'kea had went. Aluaja then again looked under the stairs and spoke softly: "Come on, Dei'kea." The kid came from under the stairs and looked quite miffed at having to give up the stuff. She put the bag of money they'd earned from the show on the floor, along with the note about dah'kins needing help, though it seemed difficult for her to give up that. Kirr'hena continued: "Well, now that you've taken pretty much everything... you'll get some more. The place where our friends are is in the south part of the city. The street's name is Foxden street and the house number is 37." Lohien looked at Kirr'hena a bit discreetly and corrected quietly: "38..." Kirr'hena started at her, and if he hadn't been a performer, something really not so graceful would've probably happened. For now, Kirr'hena just said: "...Right. And... the house has a hidden cellar and the hatch is in front of the fireplace." The Eolan seemed depressed now. "I hope you're happy now!" he said contemptibly and started getting up the stairs. He tried the door, which was locked, but Dei'kea came and opened it with ease. The other performers started leaving as well.

Smirking at the information he received, Geeileq was content with what he got. He picked up the money and the document and gave them a brief glance to check that they really were what the performers claimed them to be, and then just held them. "Yeah, start getting already an' try to be discreet in there. Leave the city an' never come back. Maybe ya lot would like Lochmore, I hear it's in need of some cheerful minds." He then turned back to his little team and eyed the other warriors. "Eola, ya greedy bastards. Do ya think the noble'll believe they had this little stuff? Though I suppose if we're going to claim they died and' burned down the damn theater or whatever it was, it'd sort of make sense that we didn't have that much time to take everything." Geeileq flashed an ironically contemplative face and then just said: "Whatever. Anyway, don't take three things. Two at the most. An' you two, those fancy accessories are expensive ya know. I don't care if ya take them but some might call it unfair." He was pointing at Faustus and Tabaxi and it seemed like he intentionally announced it just to create a bit of a tiff. "All I might find useful are those boots", he then finally said, pointing to the winged boots Tabaxi was holding. "Don't be a hoarder. Can I have them?"

Tabaxi pouted at Geeileq. She probably couldn't get as much use out of them as he could, but that didn't mean she had to fork them over. She'd been rather taken with the pretty wing designs carved into the leather. "But you've already got wings of your own!" She then grinned mischeviously at Geeileq, her tail lashing back and forth, "What'll you give me for them? Hehehe."

Geeileq flashed an angry grin. "My wings are on my back, not my feet. You will not get wings no matter how many wing patterns or props ya hoard to yerself." The grin disappeared and the Hauken stared almost half a meter down to the little lynx. "I'll promise not to intentionally STEP on you. For a week."

"Two weeks..." Tabaxi counter-bargained, still grinning widely. She was having immense amounts of fun giving Geeileq a hard time. She thought about asking Gee to take her flying, but she figured that would be pushing it- he would probably try to drop her the entire time, even if he was capable of lifting her. "And one of your feathers."

"Fine", mumbled Geeileq as a response to Tabaxi's suggestion of two weeks – it wasn't as if that really made a difference. He was about to mumble something affirmative when Tabaxi said she wanted a feather too. "Yeah y– – What?" Gee looked at the little lynx with an extremely amused expression, staring like she was some pervy circus freak. "What the fuck, seriously", he repeated as he looked at his wing and pulled off a feather about 30 cm long, then offering it to Tabaxi. "I'm having a debate with myself as to whether or not I want to know what ya're going to do with it."

Tossing the scimitar back to the pile, Toxir witnessed the repartee between Gee and Tabaxi and smirked slightly at the lynx's bargain. Gee's reaction was simply priceless and she chuckled as she watched the Eolan pluck a feather and hand it to the little cat. Tucking her gloves between the hem of her pants and her stomach, she slipped the potion in her pocket and smoothed out her pants. Stretching her arms high above her head Toxir kept them there and leaned back until she felt the knots in the base of her back loosen. Righting herself, she lit another cigarette mostly out of boredom. "Come on," she growled in a voice that sounded darker than she'd intended it to. "hurry up and lets get the fuck out of here."

Sithra, figuring they should have at least something to show the noble, kept the stuff she had, as she wasn't planning on keeping any of it for herself anyway. The debate between Geeileq and Tabaxi had amused her, and her mood had lifted, for now. She chuckled and nodded to Toxir, indicating she agreed and was ready to move.

Grinning broadly, and quite mischeviously again, Tabaxi handed the Winged Boots over to Geeileq, then pointed the feather at him. "If you decide you want to know, I'll tell you- after we get back to town and take care of business." Picking up her cannon from where Toxir had left it, she carried it tucked under her arm rather than lashed across her back. As she walked toward the exit, (wherever she thought that might be- anywhere but the sewers) she waved the feather in the air like she was conducting an orchestra, and hummed happily to herself.

Geeileq shook his head a bit and then turned toward the pile. He turned right back again though and handed Tabaxi her bullets and gunpowder. "I'm sick of carrying these." Having done that, Gee kneeled beside the pile, everything that was still free and wrapped them up in the black cloak, except for the weapons. "So, this stuff an' the weapons we'll take to the noble. We'll need to stash the stuff we're taking somewhere while we go to the noble though, or he might SEE that we're trying to pull his nose. I know a few places where we might stash them until we get outta there." He picked up the black cloak and the stuff in it. "Anyone want to carry the weapons? Can we wrap up our stuff in that cloak ya're taking?" He asked, turning to Sithra.

Tabaxi climbed the stairs up and tried the door, but it was locked again – apparently it had a self-locking mechanism or the dah'kin kid had felt really mischievous.

Tabaxi futilely rattled the doorknob and then snorted at it before turning back to the rest of the crew. Her complaints about the locked door dropped from her lips as she heard Geeileq discussing places to hide their loot. "What about the Inn? We can stash this stuff somewhere else, but I definitely want to pick up the things I left behind there. Most notably my armor, and the rest of my ammo. If the noble pegs us for liars and there's a fight, I might not get the chance to go back there and reclaim my things.

"I agree with that" Unah said about Tabaxi's idea. She desperately wanted to get her voulge back. "I can carry the weapons, let's get out of here...", she said, then asked about the locked door. "What's up with the door?" she asked the lynx.

Sithra nodded to Geeileq. "Sure, I wasn't planning on keeping this junk anyway." She took the cloak, rolled it open, and wrapped up the weapons. Taking up the heavy improvised bag again, she listened to Tabaxi and Unah, and the sound of the jammed door. "Can't you get it open?"

Kicking weakly at the door, then turning to pout full-force at Sithra, Tabaxi balled up her fists and put them on her hips, "I bet that onery kid that those performers had with them re-locked the door behind him. Are any of us able to pick a lock?"

"Do ya think the inn owner might get suspicious if we come in in the middle of the night? Especially if he later finds out that at the exact same time the damn building burned down? With us vaguely smelling of smoke?" started Geeileq. "I say we hide 'our' stuff somewhere else. If we screw up, we can still run to get our stuff, an' if we don't, we can get it later." He stared at Sithra for a bit. "If ya're not going to take anything for yerself, give it to me here."

Sithra coldly looked at Geeileq, deeming him a cheap opportunist inside her mind, before depositing the golden cloak and the diplomat's sash in the rough direction of his shoulder, landing the stuff upon Geeileq's head. "Oops. Well, have fun with it, birdy."
After that, she put down her stuff, and walked for the door. Beckoning Tabaxi to step aside, she tried bashing the door open by ramming it with her plated shoulder.

Sithra banged the door with her shoulder, and she heard a tiny crack from it. However, nothing had happened, the door was still in place. The locking mechanism felt loose so the door was probably just barred.

"What the fuck!" yelled Geeileq when the stuff landed on him. "Those fucking weapons are dangerous! You could've slashed my throat you thundering maniac!" He picked up the cloak and shash, stuffing them in with the rest of the stuff that they were going to give to the noble, and picked up the weapons too since Sithra had just dropped them. "Eola!" He straightened again to see the panther trying to bash the door and shook his head. "Listen, I might not be the epitome of stealthiness in here but even I think that it might be better to ya know, NOT leave obvious signs of us having been in here!" Having said that, he also stomped up the stairs and expected Tabaxi and Sithra to either move or start examining the lock a bit more civilly.

"Don't worry, Geeileq, you'll have your throath slit sooner or later." Sithra said, although not threathening, more as if she was stating a fact, while she was looking at the door, pondering. After a few moments, she came to a conclusion. "It's barred. The lock dropped off, we bashed it, and it still won't open. And seeing -somebody- doesn't want us to leave traces, I suggest we start searching for ways to make the door go away without leaving any traces?" She said, mocking Geeileq, although she knew she didn't contribute anything substancial to the issue. She just felt good while verbally harassing the Hauken, she'd deal with problems later. Somebody was bound to make some intelligent remark sooner or later, it didn't have to be her.

"The lock 'dropped off'?" commented Geeileq, rolling his eyes. "Where did it drop? Is there enough crack between the door and the frame for you to actually SEE how it's locked?" he went, not doing anything since Sithra or Tabaxi weren't moving out of the way.

Tabaxi came down from the top of the stairs, "Well maybe you can tell us that, if you're so inclined." She said to Geeileq, just a bit tiffed about the door having outsmarted her. "If the door's barred from the outside you could always fly out a window and un-bar it."

Shaking her head a bit, Toxir seemed to join the land of the living once more after having dozed off against the wall for a moment. Pushing off the wall, Toxir reached over her head and yawned broadly befre folding over and completing the stretch. Her black eyes looked much less cold when they shone with tired tears. "Fuckin' a." She muttered under her breath as she realized she had missed the entire latter part of the conversation.

"Ha. Ha. Even you wouldn't fit out through that minuscule window, and you're the kind that would get lost on a pebbled stone path because you're too short to see over the pebbles!" Since Tabaxi moved aside, Geeileq thought he shouldn't waste any more time not trying to open the door. He eyed the door and its locking mechanism, then took out his new glowing arrowhead and used it to lighten up places. He saw from the crack between the door and its frame that the door was simply barred and the bar would be easy to lift with a thin stick or something. Luckily Gee had a bunch of epees, so he just took one and lifted the bar off. "There, that wasn't so hard, right?" He then picked up all the stuff and left.

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Pile:
Black Cloak:
Spell Component Belt
Bamboo Hat (?)
Gold Necklace
Stylish Belt
29 arrows
Red cloak
Yellow cloak
3 magic potions
Golden Cloak
Diplomat's Sash

2 Scimitars
Epee
Niya
Epee

Winged Boots (Geeileq)
Blade boomerang (Unah)
Cairnstone ring (Faustus)
Amber ring (Faustus)
Swift Gloves (Toxir)
1 magic potions (Toxir)
Tribal Necklace (Tabaxi)
Jeweled Belt (Tabaxi)
1 magic potion (Sithra)

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[Veltzeh] (GM) – Geeileq Machaiktev
[Roma] – Toxir Necis Brutus
[Sturmi] – Nal'unah Obaraan
[Blood Raven] – Sithra Desneshi
[Slade] – Caius "Faustus" Ezio
[Magus Ferox] – Tabaxi Waughroon

The previous versions of this party can be seen at Party Nº4 970 and Party Nº4 693.
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