The High Street

As Elysia admires her ring - the volcanic glass is cleverly shaped to appear like a delicate spider is resting on her finger - the rest of the group considers which path to follow. For a moment, Morik and Eozindra exchange looks; the other's expression confirms what they each thought they saw back in the melee as they left: one of the dead citizens had jerked and lifted up as if on invisible strings, then walked over to the other bearers, preparing to heft the palanquin. The drow had replaced their fallen undead servant with the corpse of a Grayhaven citizen!

Which route do you want to take: straight through High Street in the open, or the detour through the Market Square?

As the clouds gather, the early night air starts to feel humid.
As the party debates which way to go to seek Tykus' tower, first Elowin and then the others overhear people in nearby streets. Straining only a little, they can make out the voices.
From around the corner in the main street uphill, you hear a voice under considerable strain: "Easy...easy...easy...we're almost there....gently! Gently! When we get to the corner, let's take a break for a minute...my hands are cramping..."
From the other direction, you hear a jolly deep voice with an unfamiliar accent speaking entirely too loudly: "Well, it looks like I've done it again, Muffin! This can't be the Market Square! I wonder where I took a wrong turn?"

Regardless of how/whether the party decides to conceal Findal, they decide to go with Adran's plan to continue through the High Street district to get to Tykus' Tower, toward the voices uphill. After the party proceeds for half a block, they see the owners of the voices: an older man in initiate's robes and two teenaged or elven people - a boy and a girl, both in late adolescence - struggling to carry a roughly-carved wooden statue that is maybe 12 feet long. They're heading towards the temple of Bealdor, god of the sun, visible at the end of the street.

But the older initiate's stepping away from the others has left the two younger, slighter initiates carrying all of the weight. They stagger a bit, grunting, and start to set the huge statue down...but it slips from the boy's fingers as he tries to shift the weight, and falls two and a half feet to the ground. There is a loud "CRACK!" of snapping wood and then a hiss of compressed gas escaping through a narrow aperture. Visible vapor erupts from a long crack in the hideous statue, and this most condenses into mostly hazy blobs sporting distinctly imp-like features: misty limbs ending in claws, fluttering wings, and long snouts with scraggly teeth. The initiates gasp in horror. The mephits fly up into the air, cackling, but then stop and swivel, orienting on the party.



The four mephits are currently 25' up in the air (indicated by the green "up" arrow on the map), and are clearly looking to make mischief.

Everyone, please roll initiative and declare your actions (with the normal caveat of being able to react to others if your PC comes late in the initiative).