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<blockquote data-quote="Zhure" data-source="post: 642568" data-attributes="member: 308">Brandeles plunks himself expansively onto a wooden bench, and sighs contendedly, as if it's a plush lounge rather than a spartan bench. His satchel full of jars and flasks clanks against a work table then slams into the floor.&quot;They were trying to dig under the base of the doorway,&quot; Brandeles says, &quot;I think the fire bombs will make them either give up or encourage them into thinking they're doing well.&quot;Bacan swoons onto the other end of the bench, but the two other brothers seem to ignore his obvious head injury.Bralalyr, the bald one, tries to answer Charlotte. &quot;Well, we were just getting ready to go to bed two days ago--&quot;&quot;Yesterday!&quot; the other two brothers interrupt.&quot;--yesterday,&quot; Bralalyr corrects himself without missing a beat,&quot; when Bacan was jumped by a whole tribe of orcs as he took his evening constitutional. He managed to escape, made his way back here and we bolted the main door.&quot;Since then, they've been trying to get us out, but without siege engines, they don't really stand a chance.&quot;Behind Bralalyr is the main door leading to the public area of the alchemy shop, a place most of you have been many times. The normal door of the shop has been replaced with a large solid iron barricade, with two massive bolts running from floor to ceiling and one going from side to side holding it firmly shut.Turning to Lyrique, Bacan looks sad. &quot;I'm sorry; I was going to the mess when they jumped me! I haven't seen your parents.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Zhure, post: 642568, member: 308"] Brandeles plunks himself expansively onto a wooden bench, and sighs contendedly, as if it's a plush lounge rather than a spartan bench. His satchel full of jars and flasks clanks against a work table then slams into the floor. "They were trying to dig under the base of the doorway," Brandeles says, "I think the fire bombs will make them either give up or encourage them into thinking they're doing well." Bacan swoons onto the other end of the bench, but the two other brothers seem to ignore his obvious head injury. Bralalyr, the bald one, tries to answer Charlotte. "Well, we were just getting ready to go to bed two days ago--" "Yesterday!" the other two brothers interrupt. "--yesterday," Bralalyr corrects himself without missing a beat," when Bacan was jumped by a whole tribe of orcs as he took his evening constitutional. He managed to escape, made his way back here and we bolted the main door. "Since then, they've been trying to get us out, but without siege engines, they don't really stand a chance." Behind Bralalyr is the main door leading to the public area of the alchemy shop, a place most of you have been many times. The normal door of the shop has been replaced with a large solid iron barricade, with two massive bolts running from floor to ceiling and one going from side to side holding it firmly shut. Turning to Lyrique, Bacan looks sad. "I'm sorry; I was going to the mess when they jumped me! I haven't seen your parents." [/QUOTE]

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