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After collecting his well crafted manacles, Wulfcyne follows the group to the eatery. Stowing his bow, the soldier seems out of place and very much on guard.

The Warrior jerks a thick thumb at the prisoner and asks, 'Wha' about him?'

Wulfcyne's bellowed laughter rings throughout the message station, though the warrior keeps a sharp eye out for any who may be too interested in their party.

While the surprise of the attack has worn off and all of his comrades seem to be well enough, the Mage understands the boy to be no more of a threat and most likely a stooge to slow them down. Lowering his sturdy Karrnathi hunting crossbow, Genithar backs up to one of the fallen bodies and...

Wulfcyne's mouth hangs open in a comical O shape at Makharat's ability to be a barbaric waster one moment and a well spoken dandy the next.

Wulfcyne nods, opens the door and proceeds out into the crowded byways of Sharn, heading for the nearest House of Scribing message station.

Rolling his neck after placing the tall conical helm, Wulfcyne nods at the group and moves toward where the exit will be once they make berth. Placing his back to the wall next to the portal, he looks the tiefling very earnestly and offers, 'Ye got that 'sassin in hand, Makharat o' the Wastes?'...

Keeping his face deathly calm, the Wizard inwardly beamed at Corran's words and found a pleasant sense of pride growing in himself. Shuffling a few steps closer, Genithar was also gladdened by the group's employer's renewed hope and nodded at Gregory as he descended. Keeping the business end...

Wulfcyne rumbles, 'Let us make haste ta tha Sivis spot once we be back by Sharn, neh? The warrior stows his weapons and gear, getting ready to move into the thronged streets of the City of Towers...wary of ambush, the Native Brelander readies his longbow though he leaves the prisoner in...

Genithar focuses on the prisoner, commanding in a deathly quiet tone, 'On your knees here in front of me. You WILL answer my questions, for it is the only way you will walk away from this without further harm...' Not taking his eyes off the human, the Wizard calls out to their employer, 'Master...

Wulfcyne continues to watch the scene interestedly, no doubt wondering what Makharat has in mind...

Genithar waits on his companion's words and actions, knowing that time is of the essence and that a race to the treasure has no doubt already begun....

The large warrior looks to Nuria and nods his ascent to the proposed deal, no doubt wanting to cut the prisoner loose asap.

The Brelander tracks the elf with his eyes as she leaves, but says nothing...

Their employer still shocked by the ferocity of the attack, the Wizard smoothly takes command of his fellow adventurers, still keeping his weapon's deadly payload aimed at the surrendered man, responding to Corran with a nod and swift words, 'DarkLeaf! Please, can you check our fallen and see if...

Letting the Tiefling take charge of the prisoner, Wulfcyne moves behind Makharat and brings out his throwing axe, testing the razor sharp edge with his thumb...

Tugging the prisoner to a spot near Links and away from the healers, Wulfcyne stands tall as he waits out the end of the trip to Sharn.

Wulfcyne gets a confused look and grumbles, 'Ask tha man wit' tha plan. I'll stick ta findin' out where these Assassins got their'n HQ'

ooc; no doubt, SG! But a well executed battle for sure! IC: Genithar keeps his eyes on the now surrendered attacker and replies to the young faithful of Balinor, 'Can you carry him, if needs be?'

Quickly reloading with practiced ease, the Wizard takes another bead upon the surrendered man, calling sharply in his nasally voice, 'If you value your life and immortal soul I suggest you climb down slowly and give yourself up!' Without taking his eyes from the wounded attacker, the Genithar...