Final words...

Sedar turns to look back down the hallway, bow drawn and ready to loose an arrow should it be one of their hostile aquaintances.
 

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The door opens slowly, and Bonewright staggers out, bent double.
"I...surrender...."

He doesn't look hostile. He looks like a man who got kicked in the junk.

"Manticore...kicked me...in the junk...stole my potions...."
 

" I think it is fortunate for you that my friends here are more fair minded than myself. Were we to face each other alone, I would probably have just shot you, " says Sedar hesitantly. " Of course, unless you tell us where Manticore is going right now, I might just have to go ahead and do it over their objections. "
 


Rethlin AC21 vs Evil, 10 hit points

Rethlin, in the back and hearing none of this, pushes his way forward. "What is going on?" he says in a nasal tone to the others. "I don't trust this one, I'll secure him". He makes a move to close in on Bonewright.

OOC: Protection from Evil down to about 6 rounds
 


"i...don't know...." Bonewright dry-heaves. "We were supposed to take the cab back to Sharn...meet at the forge...ohhhhh."

He flops over on the ground and lies there, curled up in a ball.
 

Frowning, Sedar moves towards the room that the Bonewright came out of, bow at the ready.

" Someone see if they can get that other door opened. Force it if you have to, " says Sedar.
 

A pair of guardsmen take Sedar at his word and begin opening the door with their halberds.

Sedar moves towards the room Bonewright just left and peeks in the door.
It looks like a manager's office: rolltop desk, armoire, some cabinets, an open window, a strongbox.

There are two tin vials on the floor by the window.
 


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