PFS #30: Cassomir's Locker

Jalil arranges the fallen man in a slightly more comfortable position before heading off to investigate the room closer with the aide of Miryam's floating and bobbing lights. The others recover near the body, startled by Kayleigh's dropping of her sword absently.

Jalil and Miryam search about the room and find it much cleaner than the sewers they just came from. It appears to have once been an old basement which then had a hole made in one wall to allow easy access into the sewers. There is a block and tackle mounted to the ceiling to aide in raising and lowering crates and barrels. Torches burn in the north and south walls, casting their flickering light about the barrels and crates in the room.

The pair work their way through stacks of crates and barrels. The crates are about six feet tall and likely weigh around 500 pounds. The barrels are three feet tall and weight around 50 pounds. They notice that three of the crates are marked with a red 'X'.

The stairs make their way up to a higher level where a door sits in the northwest corner.

Those near the fallen man examine his equipment finding him in half-plate armor and a well made heavy flail, though it does not radiate a magic aura. Pavanna continues to look for any signs of magic aura from the fallen body and does not see any.

As the group returns to the body near the stairs, Kronk wanders back in from the sewer tunnels. He walks up and notes the person is still alive. "You let the wretch live? He should be disposed of."
 

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"He will be soon enough, Kronk." Kayleigh hears the note of irritation in her voice too late to temper the sharpness of her tone, but she does speak gentler going forward: "We need to know what he knows. Perhaps he can give us a better idea of what we'll be facing."
 

Pavanna looks at Kronk and then at Kayleigh, "And you have a problem with my Lord Asmodeus? That is rich indeed. Yes, go ahead and torture and kill this Groteus worshiping dog if it will make you feel better. I doubt he knows more then you do, with the possible exception of what he's actually doing here. We should take him topside and turn him over to the local militia. I'm sure they have something they can charge him with, even before he assaulted us."
 

"We should at least find out the answer to the question of just what he *is* doing here,! Evrand advised. "If he's connected with what's going on down here every bit of information we can get might mean something."
 

"Kayleigh did a wonder job knocking him out, without some kind of healing it's likely going to be hours before he's able to answer any questions." Pavanna turns toward Evrand, "I'm not willing to waste Asmodeus' gifts on him. What about you, Jalil? Does the Dawnflower feel this wretch is worthy of redemption or the sword?"
 


Silence is the only response Kayleigh gives to Pavanna's outrage; silence is the only response it deserves. Having given her opinion, she waits to see how the balance rests.
 

Jalil gazes impassively at the fallen priest as the other discuss his fate. He looks up at Pavanna's question. "My lady teaches that there are none beyond conversion to righteousness, nor beyond redemption. But they must have a desire for it first, and I have no knowledge of this man's mind to determine whether he is wholly lost.

"However, the Bright Lady has no wish for torture and our resources should be conserved for our own survival. The priest made his bed, let him lie in it. If he wishes to convert before his execution at the hands of the guard, his soul may find its way to her side."
 

Without a word, Miryam approaches the unconscious cleric, and proceeds to start stripping him of his armor. She works quickly, both checking for any spare equipment he may have, as well as any identifying marks on his body.
 

With the party seeming to opt to leave the fallen man unconcious, Miryam quickly strips him of his armor. He has no identifying marks upon his body and only the armor and heavy flail seem to be of any value, though neither radiate magic.

The sounds of the sewer water running through the channels outside the room echo as the discussion fades.

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Sounds like the decision was to leave the man where he is. Where to next?

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