Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

OOC: Not to tell you how to play, but a quick return to the city would allow Lou to get back in the action and allow for some personnel changes... ;)
 

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Brae looks at Alarion, then down to the arrow placed expertly in the orc's chest, and then back at Alarion. "I would have had him, you know," the cleric says with a smile, thumping his staff on the ground. "This whole flying thing is a bit new to me, though. Spoils my aim. You understand."
 


Alarion smiles at Brae. "He was a slippery knave. We should now search this place and make sure no other foes are hiding from us. We can then report to the Sheriff, then return to the city."
 


Alarion smiles at Brae. "He was a slippery knave. We should now search this place and make sure no other foes are hiding from us. We can then report to the Sheriff, then return to the city."

"What about the other buildings then?" asks Brae. He was the new constable, to be sure, but it seemed to him that they should clear the mill before retiring from the place. "Or do you suggest we report our findings and resupply before returning?"
 


OOC: The option is still there for a few minutes...but if we search this building, it will wear off prior to going any further.
OOC: I got the "option" part. I was just asking if Brae was on the ground at the moment, since the last thing you told us had him airborne. ;)
 

SoulFetter

SoulFetter stands breathing deeply - in through the nose, out through the mouth. Once he catches his breath and regains his smaller stature, he climbs the ladder and retrieves his throwing axe from the wall.

"We've made a start here . . . we should finish what we came for so they don't have a chance to reset those defenses we've already made our way through. If we return now, it's three more trips through that muck, and I don't even want to do it the once more it will take for us to get home."
 

Sentran sees the last enemy dead, and relaxes. He starts wandering around, looking at the things inside the barn, but apparently nothing inspires him or catches his attention. The latter infact drifts again, and he only vaguely hears the muffled voices of his companions in the background. With much concentration he starts following an ant who happens to be on its way to who knows where.
 

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