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On the way out of the cave to wherever the group lays its rest, Jinx speaks - towards the glowing dust-motes, if they're visible. Or just into the trees if not. "Thanks. Y'did right, and I thank ya'll for it, whoever you are." In the morning, before the group takes off, Jinx goes out and spends...

An impressively scarred elf enters, armed to the teeth, armoured in mithril, and dressed in grey with complimentary scorch marks. Like someone who's done it before, she adresses the people gathered in her trademark gravely voice. "I am Jamilee Valhaeris. Wizard, hrnwarrior." Pause. She looks at...

Jinx welcomes the ladder team with a wave and tired-looking smile. "Heya, welcome back. Hope there weren't no problems along the way." When Lara's been rescued (and the loot secured) he cheers with the others, though he's still got that ragged edge of weariness about him. "All this, a lil' loot...

Congratulations, man, and don't worry about the game too much. With any luck, we'll still be here when you get back.

Back in the cave, Jinx donates his bedroll, waterskin, and one of his rations to Octavio. "'Ere, see if she can haul that up, make 'erself a bit more comfortable while we wait." He then proceeds to pick out a nice flat rock, and hanker down for a bit while they're waiting for the return of the...

Jinx will stick around. Also, he calls up to the girl again. "Lara, I know it's scary, but - can ya see anythin' solid up there to tie the rope to, or loop it around?"

Ignoring Octavio for the moment, Jinx goes to fetch his Everburning Lantern first. Back at the foot of the ledge, he ties one end of the rope to its handle, then calls up. "I'm bringin' up a lantern and some rope, Lara! Can you grab it when it comes floatin' by..?" He sets the assembly down...

After the battle, and after he's seen the downed party members will live, Jinx spends a quiet moment relaxing, and wiping the sweat off his brow. "That was a close call.. could'a gone south real easy. Grendath's surely smilin' on us." "Pitons..? Nah, ah'm no mountain climber. But I did bring...

Jinx reloads, takes a quick potshot at the beast (1d20+3=16, 1d8+1=9)), and then falls back slightly to the southeast, so the healers'll have a clear path to Tank.

Could a moderator type person look at the latest few posts in the Guide to Living ENWorld? Or rather, not look at them (there's some fairly explicit stuff in there) but delete them outright.

Jinx glances down at his crossbow, awkwardly held in one hand, and his lantern, held in the other. Then simply drops the lantern; it's not like it'll go out. He quickly moves to a firing position, briefly concentrates, and loosens a bolt at the creature; it screams through the air, trailing...

(hey - it lives!) Jamilee looks - blank, really. "It is hrngood to see the hrnGuard has the situation well in hand."

Jinx eyes the floating glowy dust motes for a short while, then speaks. "Folks.. I figure the dust is beckonin' us." Almost immediately, he seems shocked by his own words. "Did I just say that..? Well. Ah. Somethin' unnatural is up with it, at any rate. And maybe we ought to go investigate."...

"It's a mite strange - ya'd think she'd not go playin' near thornbushes for no good reason. Might be she got spooked, and here's where she ran to?" Musing to himself, Jinx searches near the thornbushes, though probably unsuccessfully.

Jinx nods in acknowledgement of William's words, then turns to the damsel (well, lady) in distress. "Ma'am, I don't know about the rest of our shiftless lot, but ah'll try 'n help. Take me - us? - t'the berry patch," the latter said in a querying tone, while looking towards the others.

"Yeh, I know a way - it's called usin' your head. You only go poundin' the ground when there's no more leads to follow. I figure a quick look at this berry patch in daylight can't hurt, and neither can maybe askin' around a little," quoth Jinx.

"Yeh, ah'll hear your story. I ain't sure if we can help, seein' as how we've got places to be, and might've gotten turned around on our way there.." - Jinx gives a questioning look to William, here - "..but we'd be right rotten berks if we didn't at least make sure." Pause. "Unh, also, comin'...

Jinx ponders for a second before speaking, looking vaguely worried at something. "Tank.. I'm figurin' he meant it's usin' potions at all followin' that trail is the waste, not them bein' used on you. But you've got a point. Someone toss the big guy a potion, it ain't no good havin' him bleed all...

Jinx' face reads as a complex mix of disgust and fascination, and a light touch of detachedness - part of his mind is still working on maintaining that focus. "That's.. somethin', alright. I heard about this sort'a thing before, but it was always about men turnin' into wolves, not rats. Learn...

Just in case the one remaining critter isn't cut down before he has a chance to do something, Jinx concentrates, and (much to his own surprise) succeeds in gaining focus.