Reyu, Eva, Thatch, Anvil, Kiara and Lord Agasha all turn and fire their bows at once. At the same moment, Lira and Annika each loose a pair of magic missiles.
Naturally, the magic missiles hit, and when the bird hits the ground it has been skewered no fewer than four times with various arrows, plus a bolt from Anvil’s cross-bow.
“Well,” Eva comments, “that bird is really, really dead.”
Lira casts detect magic to see if the creature is under any kind of enchantment. What she sees makes her heart skip a beat, regardless of the circumstances.
Lira swallows. “I think we just killed someone’s familiar.”
There is a moment of silence.
“Umm…” says Thatch. “I hope that bird didn’t belong to the archmage we’re supposed to find.”