Jax rubs his hand up and down the Glasstaff. His Glasstaff. It was beautiful. It was...
He looked down once more at his old master.
He grabs Glasstaff's ankle, dragging his body to a corner of the room, well away from any books and papers, then quickly strips the mage's robe and tosses it to Brother Lantern, in case he wanted to search it more. "Hide that."
Then he turns to Glasstaff's body, and raises his hands, thumbs together.
Fire erupted from his fingers, engulfing the body, roasting it, hopefully, beyond recognition.
He had expected to feel some pleasure from this kill, from scorching the body of the one who ruined his life, but he only felt numb. He didn't even burn the body out of spite, but out of necessity. His victory was...anticlimactic. He hadn't even gotten a last word.
Anyone can interrupt at any time. I just went on in case they don't. I'm willing to follow someone else's lead at this point. I think there are still prisoners somewhere.
Jax nodded. "We've taken out the leader, but the Redbrand remain. If we simply leave, they'll just replace their leader and keep going."
Jax begins going through the documents and papers that Glasstaff had been going through on the table.
"Search the room for anything worth taking, and someone call in that Redbrand that is guarding the door. We'll tell him that I, Glasstaff, came found you all about to go through the secret door and came with, killing the intruder. But if they believe I'm Glasstaff, what shall I tell them to do? Leave? Regroup elsewhere? I don't think we should leave them to their own devices."
Various papers and notes are stacked neatly on the desk, mostly consisting of Glasstaff's written orders to apothecaries and alchemists in nearby settlements for more materials for his workshop. You also see the following note.
“I have my staff,” Jax said, still studying it. “If there is anything else, you may divvy it up as you wish. He likely has some treasure lying about somewhere.
“As for the Redbrands, I still think it could be useful, but without Glasstaff, it will crumble. I can send them to Neverwinter, telling them I will have more instructions when they get there. They will wonder why Glasstaff never shows up. They may come back. Or they may break up. Either way, they aren’t in our hair.”
"We could always sneak out the way we came in and just leave them to figure it out on their own. Although sending them to Neverwinter would be entertaining, however, I believe the note hints at a bigger fish pulling strings there, so we may bump into them again if we send them there..." Lupin says, digging in his nose the whole time.
“I like the plan to send them to Neverwinter” Salazar says as he examines the chest without touching it. “These type of people usually don’t travel well, fights along the way in the cold, who has to walk who gets to ride on the chart, that type of thing.”
“Plus they may find more distractions in Neverwinter may turn to lesser sins.”
The chest does not appear to be trapped. Salazar opens it to discover it contains 180 sp, 130 gp, and a silk pouch containing five carnelians (10 gp each), two peridots (15 gp each), and one pearl (100 gp). There is a scroll case containing two scrolls, which are not intelligible to you at all.