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::Past::

"DOWN TO THEIR TOES!"
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   Saturday, June 14, 2003
At Grell's words, Acavel turns around; once Grell steps away from the guards and begins to walk back toward the temple, Acavel trots after him. Once within a few steps: "My apologies, master Healer. I am on edge tonight, as is everyone else, and I fear that the night holds worse events to come. I think that we do not see eye-to-eye on the rights and wrongs of what happened in the bar, but I was wrong to scorn your help for what must be done now. We have not the time for a proper introduction right now, but I hope we may rectify that before dawn. I assure you that I bear no hostility to you, and that my view of the mercenaries is not racial. Indeed I believe that they had collaborators among the humans of the caravan, who must also be flushed out. You honorably aided Amalgith, though you believe he had the wrong of the fight; that was nobly done.

"We have, I think, three tasks tonight. Find Grum. Recover the stolen gold and possessions. And bring Drusilla to the Captain for questioning-- though, I pray, let me approach her. Here is my hand. Shall we do these things?"


Acavel: I'm not suggesting you let him go, just that one of you escort him to the Captain rather than three of you dragging him tied up like a bundle.

At best, the thieves picked a bar fight, and lost it, but by a near thing; they gave almost as good as they got. It looked to me as if it could have been this man dead on that floor instead, in which case those pouches of gold would never have been seen at all.

And I heard the thief threaten the witch in the chaos in there. Perhaps looking for him would be a good way to find her as well, if he's off trying to carry out his threat. The Captain wants to see her, too, and may not be best pleased if three of you spend your time... Never mind. I don't mean to spend my time arguing with you; you will no doubt carry out your duties as you see fit.

For you, master Healer-- it looked to me like by screaming at a frightened and drunken girl you provoked her into that display we just saw. No, if I come upon her, I'd rather do it quickly and quietly and talk her into coming to see the Captain, rather than lumbering and clanking along in armor and then frightening her into incinerating us or turning us into toads.

Farewell; I have no doubt we will all meet again before this long night is done, in the Captain's company.

Turns and strides, purposefully and quickly, back into the bar.


   Friday, June 13, 2003
Acavel:: Please, gentlemen. This man was attacked by a thief. I'm sure he'll go willingly and unbound to Master Kray to answer questions. But there is too much to be done for three of you to be spending your time on this man while the thief is still at large. I have no doubt that he's making good on this chaos to either add to his purse, make his getaway, or exact revenge on the witch for ruining his plans. I mean to look for him; thieves and bandits on this caravan route are very bad for business. Won't two of you help me?


   Tuesday, June 10, 2003
[Sheathing sword]

Sandarkar: "Gentlemen, come! We have more urgent matters to attend to than holding down a wounded man who was attacked by a thief. It won't do the barkeep any good to extract a few gold from this man if his bar burns down! Let him go; come with me to the bar or the kitchen for water to fight the fire. He will help us, or will tend to anyone who's wounded. He's done nothing dishonorable and won't start now, will you, sir? Help us tend to this emergency, and give these men your word that you'll be available for their questions afterward."


   Monday, June 09, 2003
Gimble quickly assesses his well being and Brinkles too. Any serious injury to Brinkles will be addressed immediately. Patting Brinkles, "Good boy, you never cease to amaze me with your wit. Now lets get our belongings!"

...[shortly thereafter]

Surprised at what just pulled on his sleave, he looks up into the sky, "Hmmmmm....and then we follow him boy. Now ride quickly!"