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Just buffing. Gonna use Magic Vestment, SoF, Entropic shield. Bull's strength on Eskard. Pro Evil on Eskard.

Still somewhat angry, Kushnak shoulders his way past the others toward the basement.

Kushnak spits in disgust. "You should be ashamed of yourselves. This is no way for soldiers to act," he berates the guards. Turning away from them, he addresses the mage and his fellows, "I take it there is no saving them, as they are undead. We'll need to go in with force." "As for you...

Non-plussed by the small encounter, Kushnak has a short look around for more danger before continuing. Anything interesting about the island? Giant mound of crocodile treasure on it? Kushnak will return her stuff when she asks.

Logan trails Angrod, his eyes darting about the town. "You better talk... I'll keep an eye out." That's what they're there for.

"Good show there. Too bad the thing chose us for food instead of the lizards." Kushnak begins to back away and let the ranged attacks do their work.

Kushnak moves to the side to begin flanking the thing, and casts his own spell. spiritual weapon. +8 to hit, 1d8+2 damage. This is slow moving areas yes? So SSS.

Logan looks out the door to the market. "Well, after we do sell this stuff... can't just rest on our laurels. Must be someone who needs a guide, or a guard... Let's have a look around the town."

Logan whispers to Angrod, "Why is he being nice to us? I'm worried..."

Logan looks over toward the conversation from the path and shouts, "Just give him the dirt-covered scroll!"

Kushnak rises and again sets out. "I do hope there is an army waiting for us, and not a keep under seige by some other tribe," he wonders aloud. "I am quite anxious to see what the sage makes of these tales of worms in the countryside." Any way for anyone to know how lifelike statues of...

Kushnak says his goodbyes to the sole remaining Lizardfolk. "Your actions imply you would have been a fine opponent. Pity the others in your tribe were not as noble. We will send word from the city if there is anything to be done," he says as he clasps the fellows arm. "As for Allustan, he...

Logan slinks back to walk with Angrod, and, nudging him, says, "Are you sure we should risk being asked for a 'donation'?"

"You, uh, know how to do this? Like I said, I don't trade stuff this fancy much," Logan asks no one in particular. Realizing his possible error, he adds, "Don't think that means you can cheat me, though..."

Content with having already obtained a prize from his association with the others, Logan simply follows along, keeping an eye out for cutpurses and/or troublemakers.

Kushnak, disgusted, steps in front of the others. "I don't know what you're all about, speaking in strange tongues and trying to pick a fight. I'll be the first one to clash blades when it comes down to it, but you needn't be getting us into a skirmish with everyone on the damn road, including...

Logan makes his way carefully down the hill toward town. "Maybe some spit would clean the mud off my boots. Anyhow - we need a sage to tell us what some of this is before we can sell it. Let's get to finding one."

"Brutes? Let's see how you get handled by the snakes, then, missy," jests Kushnak. "We'll just stand back..."

Logan pokes his head in the door of the room at looks to the group, "Are you all coming or what? Let's get out of this hole."

Ignoring the whispers, Kushnak stomachs up to breakfast. "What is our plan of attack then? Those we're meeting, do you expect to learn everything we need to know from them? Or will we be venturing into the wild to track down these worms?"