Jarrith nods in sympathy and puts his hand on Marot's shoulder. "You have not failed us, my friend... for one fell action cannot undo the goodness you have brought all of us and this town up to this point."
He moves behind the warlock and begins untying the binds that hold him to the chair. If the archivist begins to object, Jarrith reminds him that as a member of The Twelve, Ochem knows more than anyone what arcane and spiritual magic can do to overtake a man's heart and defenses.
After he unties Marot, Jarrith stands up and begins winding the rope around his fist and forearm.
"We now seem to be on a race against time. Through my own unfortunate actions, I have revealed to whomever it was that controlled Marot the approximate location of the sunblade, the raven's symbol, and the Tome of Strahd itself. And unfortunately, I now believe we cannot spend the time to find the blade or symbol first, because most assuredly the Emerald Claw cares more about the Tome than either of those two relics. We have to reach the library before they do. So getting the relics to lessen the taint inside the castle does us no good if the item we are going there for is already gone."
Jarrith hands the rope off to whomever it was that gave it to him, then heaves a heavy sigh before staring off out of the window of the inn.
"On the one hand, my instincts tell me we should go to the castle right now before the Claw can organize to make a move." He then turns his gaze to first Janis, then to Marot. "But on the other hand, we all have things we need to do and rest to take before rushing off into the mountains. True?"
Jarrith shrugs. "Maybe some of us should go up the mountain road right now and guard it for the night it against a Claw assault while the others prepare for the excursion down here? We could then meet on the road tomorrow before entering the castle. I do not know. If only we had a way of knowing where the Claw agents were and what their plans were going to be."
He moves behind the warlock and begins untying the binds that hold him to the chair. If the archivist begins to object, Jarrith reminds him that as a member of The Twelve, Ochem knows more than anyone what arcane and spiritual magic can do to overtake a man's heart and defenses.
After he unties Marot, Jarrith stands up and begins winding the rope around his fist and forearm.
"We now seem to be on a race against time. Through my own unfortunate actions, I have revealed to whomever it was that controlled Marot the approximate location of the sunblade, the raven's symbol, and the Tome of Strahd itself. And unfortunately, I now believe we cannot spend the time to find the blade or symbol first, because most assuredly the Emerald Claw cares more about the Tome than either of those two relics. We have to reach the library before they do. So getting the relics to lessen the taint inside the castle does us no good if the item we are going there for is already gone."
Jarrith hands the rope off to whomever it was that gave it to him, then heaves a heavy sigh before staring off out of the window of the inn.
"On the one hand, my instincts tell me we should go to the castle right now before the Claw can organize to make a move." He then turns his gaze to first Janis, then to Marot. "But on the other hand, we all have things we need to do and rest to take before rushing off into the mountains. True?"
Jarrith shrugs. "Maybe some of us should go up the mountain road right now and guard it for the night it against a Claw assault while the others prepare for the excursion down here? We could then meet on the road tomorrow before entering the castle. I do not know. If only we had a way of knowing where the Claw agents were and what their plans were going to be."