Mata glances at Valana. "How are you doing? We could be facing another fight sooner rather than later it seems." She hefts her crossbow and nods at Thurst. "Sounds like the south route holds our best chances for finding our vault-robber before Kunstler turns us in instead."
Mata looks around in shock at the unconscious ratlings and then at the equally unresponsive Valana. "Is she going to be alright?" she asks Thurst.
"Marian, perhaps we should dispose of the vermin?" Mata heads towards the nearest ratling, club in hand.
Absconding for a conference. If the sling wielding ratling drops feel free to have Mata take her club to the nearest hostile. Otherwise I'll keep pinging away at him.
Sorry to take off mid-combat.
Mata hauls the crossbow up and takes a shot at the ratling loading his sling. "Dammit Grandfather", she mutters, "your stories never included continually missing the enemy."
Mata yells a dwarvish taunt that translates roughly as "your father liked gardening in the sun" as she hurls a second lit flask at the ratlings.
If the ratlings split into two groups Mata will hurl a flask of burning oil at the group Valana doesn't. If it's one group I will hurl it at them also.
"Aeshen, looking very uncomfortable with this plan, hands his bow to Mairan." I think you have this the wrong way around.
Also, Mairan is the person in the party with flasks of oil. I'll mention it in character.
"I think Valana's plan is good, I was just wondering if we should attempt to be sneaky or simply scale it as fast as possible." Mata glances at the still weak Ella. "Maybe Valana and I should be the ones to go up."
"Alright, well if Valana's plan is to work we will need at least two of us apprentices up top. Can we scale it without alerting them, being as we are not as sneaky as the bard?", Mata says with a straight face but a twinkle in her eye.