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An evil grin forms under the dwarfs beard. He gives the elf a little nudge. "This one always likes to tell about her travels." He then sneaks off to his room as the patrons crowd around her.

Bazrim glances over at those watching the group to see if he can find out more about them. check mainly for holy symbols or anything arcane that I would know about. I do plan to add the spell to the book today.

Bazrim begins to choke a little as he hears Eskard's response. Looking at Erdolliel, Bazrim asks, "What happened to the boy?"

I didn't spend a day yet to understand it, as we needed to buy the scroll

Bazrim responds to Erdolliel, "You speak of him like he's a small child or lost puppy. I'm sure he could find something around here to fill his day. Or that parade we ran into the other day surely means there is some sort of festival going on that he could attend." plan to learn work on...

Bazrim follows, remembering as much as he can about the area, so that he can take those back at the crooked house here if they are interested enough.

After overhearing the man's rant, Bazrim looks him over, taking note of any symbols or belongings that tell any story about the man other than the ravings of a mad man that hit a chord.

Bazrim, frustrated for not having some sort of comeback just glares at the cleric and just leaves with the others without saying another word. After showing us where to buy stuff, I don't care if the boy goes or not. I will need some time to add the scrolls we get to my spellbook over the next...

"I ah...." Bazrim looks at Erdolliel and then at his throbing foot and thinks better of continuing his thought. I'm good

"I am Bazrim."

"We can't be held accountable for the beasts death when there is someone's life that was saved. And who knows who else the beast might have decided to turn into a meal? I am sorry to it's owner, but we did what must be done." Bazrim continues with talks that remind you nothing of dirty dwarf...

"If we wanted to kill you, we would have let you die. We kept you alive because we respect the laws of this city. You were given the opportunity to help us against the Chimera that got loose. You care not for the safety of those who live in this city. Now all we want is to get our wand back...

not supposed to be here

Bazrim looks down the street, seeing the guards on their way, he thinks it's best to wait for them to show up, instead of looking like a thief himself. He turns to Erdolliel, "That information might help keep us out of jail."

Bazrim moves to the theif that is unconscious and grabs his wand, barking out orders to the others. "Bind them, and keep this one alive. And check on that lady. It's best the law takes care of this." move 20' straight south and pick up wand if I can see it, or pick up his weapon if I don't

A demonic smile comes over Bazrim's face as he turns from watching the three headed beast drop. He then lets the bolts of force go again at the thief. mm #1 again 4d4+4

Bazrim glares at the beast, and then turns to the thiefs and sends his magic missles at the one not next to his ally. mm 1 4d4+4

Seeing the thief flee, Bazrim yells out a curse that would make a small child's ears bleed. The firey explosion that the others are used to goes off, hitting the chimera, but leaving everyone else unhamed. use the sky if needed to place a fireball that would only hit the chimera, leaving the...

Bazrim reaches down and feels, noticing what Erdolliel just told him. "Huh!?!?!?!?" A slightly terrified look covers Bazrim's face that quickly changes to anger. "Where'd they go. They'll pay for this." The dwarf, now red in the face lumbers toward the culprits, following the elf.

"Ah, that's a chimera, I'd tell you more about it, but.... well...... you'd sleep better not knowing." Bazrim then puts two fingers to his temple and begins to rub. The noise from the market is obviously getting to him.