Salvation Outpost

Core thinks, This is all a mess. Politics. He says, "I really don't like this but do not put the black coach in this mess."

Core says, "Core is my name, and Earic I don't really care who we fed her to."

Late edit: He says to her as he adds on, "You yielded and so by rights I protected you."

Though distributed in the politics Gzizmix of a supporter of culpability She should pay all damages first. Then handed to local authorities for burglary he asserts.

"What to do with you truly is the question of the moment," 37 muses aloud as he looks at the elf. "Let's ask the uncomfortable question first... you failed, and your people tried to kill you. Do you even have somewhere to go if we turned you loose? Or would you be on the run as well?"

Core notes, Ah. It was my accent. Yes, I'm from Sharn. Core has a slightly distinctive voice and a very distinctive look. Very few Shifters favor a Crocodile decent, and he is very heavy on his decent. Especially those Crocodile eyes.

Edit: Core wonders if she somehow recognized his voice. She is an Elf, and they are known to live forever and always remember but Core doesn't look like he did before. Only his distinctive voice still remains to remind him who he was. A voice that could bring a thousand shouts.

He goes on, "Appears your yield has been true to your word. Are you suggesting that staying the night might be lesser and perhaps we should be hitting the road per say on our dear black coach. " (Core has zero plans to leave the coach behind. ) He looks to the others.

"My concern was that we may have needed to smuggle you out of town to keep you alive," 37 explains. "No matter how capable you are, or are not, one person is not standing against a house. I leave the choice to you... you may stay and hunt after dealing with the local constabulary, or you can put distance between yourself and here if for no other reason than to let things die down before you look into who set you up."

Kleber squirms at the side of the conversation, trying to grasp the projectile stuck in his back.

"She doesn't need our help to slither out of town, not that we even should offer. Guarding Earic is more important."

Gritting his teeth, Kleber pulls out the arrow, the wound bleeding a little and the flesh is bruised, but the armor prevented from going more deeply

Rolling his shoulders, checking if he can still fight Kleber says."Need to treat that... Anyway, I vote to just take her gold and kick her out"

"Helping her leave town is as much to our benefit as it is hers," 37 replies without taking his eyes off the elf. "Letting her go in town is potentialy the worst choice we could make."

Core ponders matters.

Malbor, as usual, has been hiding in a corner listening to the back and forth with the prisoner. He pronounces some arcane words whose purpose is not apparent.

Pulling Earic out of earshot of the woman he asks What are your plans? I think your next action may have significant impact on how we should handle the thief

Core looks to the others and then to her, "What reparations do you think is right for your release right now?"