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After a quick check of her character sheet, Etain lets out a soft curse. "I hate it when they surrender," she mutters.

Harken stares at the note for a moment, his mind ticking away... then he begins to laugh, softly at first, but growing into a cackle. "Hahahaha! Oh, dear! The things we get ourselves into..." He sits down lazily on the couch, stretching himself out and grinning. "Looks like we just got ourselves...

Harken pants softly, letting the silence hang for a moment, then picks up his cat where she stands by his feet, letting her nuzzle against his chest as he turns to his companions. "Base of operations, I say, now that we've spilled blood over it."

Etain.... well, you know.

I reckon Vig said it well enough. We're all waiting on the response.

Harken goes ahead and moves to K5, slashing at the thug to his north with a sickle.

Kayleigh stumbles off the last rung of the ladder, and though she sees the enemy approaching, her unsheathing and subsequent swing of her sword are clumsy.

We found Old New York! Wait, no. Kayleigh sheathes her sword and follows immediately behind Pavanna, so as to protect the likable members of the party from the unknown below.

Harken grumbles at the intrusion, making his way across the room (to G3) to confront the foes. La la la, double move action, la la la.

Etain shrugs, and tries attacking the space next to the thug. She doesn't manage to hit it.

Harken wanders over to the bookshelf in the northeast corner, poking about unconcernedly.

There are times in a man's life when he clearly sees two roads stretch out before him, his destiny hinging upon one choice. The Right and Proper and Good thing to do would be to go to the police... who would, this being a Kaeryat, arrest them for the murder with a farce of a trial, dispose...

Mowgli, I am insulted by your apostrophe placement. D:< A duel, sir!

"Peli-ohh." Tessara grins sheepishly. "Well, there's that."

Tessara glances at the riddle, reads over it, and blinks at the last phrase. "Bird of white? Umm... egret, owl, goose, swan, dove?" Hehe... as a linguist, this puzzle amuses me. It's a good thing Common is exactly English.

"Yes, it would...." Kayleigh turns away from the dam and shakes her head. "After you, dear."

Etain tries trying not to hit to thug, seeing if that will have the desired effect. It does not.

Kayleigh looks back and forth between the grate and the dam, chewing on her lip as she thinks. "Were I a less responsible person, I might point out that breaking this dam would serve as a nasty surprise to the residents below....."

Harken, apparently coming out of nowhere, strides boldly forward and raps on the door. "Oy! Anyone home?"

Oops. Thanks for the reminder. <o o> Etain ponders for a moment upon the meaning of life. What is her purpose? How did she come to be here? She was born a minority in a city of humans in the south, her parents the only elves in their borough, and she knew from a very early age that she was...