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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2819912" data-attributes="member: 14148">Following the ShadowsSyrriel looks at her two Justiciar guards with scorn. She was quite capable of looking after herself. She made it this far, didn’t she?Braggi seemed the type to be an over-protective father. If he ever had any children of his own, he would find chains only made escape easier.The blonde Harper was under careful watch ever since Braggi came upon her camp outside of the cave in the night. The half-giant Tyrran went from cruel interrogator, to wizened admonisher, to fatherly guardian in the few minutes it took Braggi to figure out what Syrriel was doing here.“I am on official business, sir. I cannot allow you to detain me any further!” A lot of good that did; if anything, it only made the towering commander more adamant about her security.The sun was just coming up over the horizon, and the Tyrran camp was beginning to stir from a collective restless sleep. Something about the cave didn’t feel right. Even the Justiciars seemed nervous about making camp in plain view of its gapping maw.Braggi and a few of the ranking members of the small legion where standing outside of the only tent in the campsite. One of them was pointing over at the group of mercenaries, barking in the Dwarven tongue about something her elven ears couldn’t make out.Send in the fodder. Of course. A good leader doesn’t risk the lives of his men… she thinks to herself contemptuously.“Father Braggi would have you report to him as soon as you are ready, Lady Syrriel,” one of her Justiciar guards, Harad, says between a yawn. The other looks at her as a bailiff would a convicted criminal.I haven’t done anything. He couldn’t know the Harpers didn’t send me… She bites her bottom lip worriedly and glances between the two pillars of righteousness, considering making a break for it.“You’re ready enough to run. You’re ready enough for Braggi,” the bailiff booms with a warning glare.“Yes, I’m ready,” she says, making it sound as if it were her decision. The guards lead her over to the tent just as the group of commanders begins to disessemble. Braggi peers down at the elven maid from a throne of shoulders.“You lied, Lady Syrriel.”~ Hildor ~Hildor stirs before the others; his elven heritage allowing him to take less sleep than either the mage or cleric.Feeling restless and not sure how much longer the others would be asleep, Hildor double checks the things they found in Slazzik’s chamber and on the grotesque kobold’s person. The red-gold holy symbol of a foreign god still sits atop the other items undisturbed. Under it rests a set of bracers that seem to glint with magical energy, an exquisite pearl no normal clam could produce, and a gnarled orange wand the spell-slinging kobold leader used so generously.After satisfying himself of the safety of the others, Hildor begins to wander quietly down the cavern tunnel into the large chamber to the south. In his magical torch light, Hildor can see the silhouettes of stacks of weapons on the far end of the chamber.A large well-crafted axe of dwarven make rests carelessly on the rocky floor in the center of the room.</blockquote>

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