"Well done, Ardoss." Tarowyn bounds past the half-orc and the fallen human to cover the eastern corridor. He remembers well what came struggling out of the rubble before.
The human wears scale mail, a heavy mace, large wooden shield, a scroll of cure light wounds, a pouch containing 13 gold pieces, and a painted red skull, the holy symbol of Osiriset, the laughing God of the Dead.
Ardoss nod to Tarowyn. "I thought it best to approach the spellcaster, before he had time to cast." He moves past the figure, helping Tarowyn guard against any other attacks.
Bhartus retrieves the potion and gold, intending to divide it later. "Well to your laughing God you go," he says.
"Perhaps we should proceed East, but I think since he came alone, there is not much there," Bhartus concludes.
