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<blockquote data-quote="Rae ArdGaoth" data-source="post: 3533485" data-attributes="member: 21064">Brigit looks disdainfully at the ball of lead which only moments before seemed to hold so much value.&nbsp; She takes one of the sacks of platinum and puts it in her bag.&nbsp; She looks at Ryland and shakes her head, she glances at Devlin, a sad, longing look in her eyes, and then departs.&nbsp; Our heroes let Brigit leave the room unmolested.Devlin suggests they find out what happened to Vagan.&nbsp; Ryland nods his assent, and both adventurers head out of their room, thinking to head downstairs.OOC: Let me know what you do with the poisoned weapons, the poisoned food/drink, and the empty bottles of poison.Not two steps out of the door, they see Brigit hustling quietly back up the stairs, a horrified look on her face.&nbsp; Faintly from downstairs, voices can be heard, &quot;Kamdar Fatwon, Jobe Brimbor, you're under arrest for conspiracy, burglary, the first degree murders of Flodal Thursby and Henri Jacobin... and the gods only know what else.&quot;&nbsp; &quot;This is preposterous!&nbsp; Ludicrous!&nbsp; I've done nothing, nothing at all! ... It's the elf, take the elf, not me!&quot;&nbsp; &quot;What?! You traitorous tub of lard!&quot;&nbsp; Grunts of exertion and sounds of a restrained scuffle echo dully off the wood walls.Brigit looks up from her dash and sees Devlin and Ryland.&nbsp; She throws herself at Devlin, sobbing, &quot;Oh Mr. Magruder, you must help me, I can't go to prison!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Rae ArdGaoth, post: 3533485, member: 21064"] Brigit looks disdainfully at the ball of lead which only moments before seemed to hold so much value. She takes one of the sacks of platinum and puts it in her bag. She looks at Ryland and shakes her head, she glances at Devlin, a sad, longing look in her eyes, and then departs. Our heroes let Brigit leave the room unmolested. Devlin suggests they find out what happened to Vagan. Ryland nods his assent, and both adventurers head out of their room, thinking to head downstairs. [i]OOC: Let me know what you do with the poisoned weapons, the poisoned food/drink, and the empty bottles of poison.[/i] Not two steps out of the door, they see Brigit hustling quietly back up the stairs, a horrified look on her face. Faintly from downstairs, voices can be heard, [COLOR=Blue]"Kamdar Fatwon, Jobe Brimbor, you're under arrest for conspiracy, burglary, the first degree murders of Flodal Thursby and Henri Jacobin... and the gods only know what else."[/COLOR] [COLOR=SlateGray]"This is preposterous! Ludicrous! I've done nothing, nothing at all! ... It's the elf, take the elf, not me!"[/COLOR] [COLOR=Purple]"[i]What?![/i] You [i]traitorous[/i] tub of [i]lard![/i]"[/COLOR] Grunts of exertion and sounds of a restrained scuffle echo dully off the wood walls. Brigit looks up from her dash and sees Devlin and Ryland. She throws herself at Devlin, sobbing, [COLOR=SeaGreen]"Oh Mr. Magruder, you must help me, I can't go to prison!"[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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