Academy of Drell, Part 7


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Kith and Rallyn upon the group clustered around the scorched boulder. Kith looks around at the group. The group looks back.

"Ah, so what do we have here then? A diversion perhaps?" Kith says, in his normal voice.

A surprised look reminds him of his disguise.

"Yes its me Kith in a clever disguise, I'll explain later," he whispers.
 

"Kith?" Charlotte asks incredulously, looking at the elf. "I didn't recognize you... but now isn't the time to ask you what in the Nine Hells you're doing here. We need to find out what caused the blast... does anyone have any ideas?"
 


Charlotte considers the boulder for a moment, then looks to Sildarin. Noticing his expression, she closes her eyes for a small moment, as though remembering something.

"Okay... so some kind of magic got it here. But how do we go about finding out who sent it here?"
 

Slith reports the Guard are nearby - and they are indeed. One of the Guard approaches in a crouch and examines the ground.

"Fireball," he says, kneeling down running his fingers through the crisped soil, confirming everyone's suspicion. In the dark of the night the distinctive crimson of his outfit looks black. He also gazes out into the distance as if trying to determine from whence the spell came.

Slith, through his telepathic link to Sildarin, says, "There are three of them, all within about thirty feet of the edge of the blast. I don't see any more of them. Two are half-orcs, the one at the circle is human."
 

Sildarin nods in aknowledgement to Slith.
I wonder if they know more about this than we do.
You could ask the human.
Yeah, right... 'Sir, I was wondering if you knew who threw the fireball, and why didn't you stop the person in question'. Not going to happen.
Blame yourself, then.
 

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