Chapter Three - Return to the Mournland

Remi looks up and points at the ceiling, "This place has a bell tower, yeah?"

The group hears a loud thump in the back room. A green skinned half orc with pointed ears drifts next to Laulalith.

"Sounds like they’re getting along well.", he comments with a smirk. "The Boss doesn’t like to lose."

Remi snickers at Vice, "No way I'd shoot into the town, friend. Your tower is seen from the rail.", he explains. "It would be safe to test out into the distance though, no?"

Meanwhile, Laulalith seems startled by the thump, which only makes the half orc chuckle.
"The boss gets a little excited sometimes. I know the sound of his fist on a desk when I hear it..", Urabur says.

Remi pumps his fist in excitement and begins gathering up the two spare rifles and some ammunition. As 37 makes for the back room and the ladder to the attic, Remi hesitates.

As if to answer his pause, Belaluur emerges from the back room with Orakh in tow.
The little goblin has a large grin on her face. Lord Tornn, seems less pleased, but not upset. "Well, tall grey and handsome, keep me in mind the next time you’re in town. Your friend Kalli is quite the advocate for you."

"Of course, Ms. Belaluur.", he says with surprising satisfaction in his voice. He looks at Remi quizzically.

"‘Scuse us, Boss. We just gonna test these out."
Before Orakh can protest, he ducks past the half-orc lord and makes for the attic. The group passes Famul as he is cutting lumber with saws large circular saw in place of his hand. 37 takes note as the warforged had never realized that the little construct was so modular. The attic seems to be coming along quickly, with much of the damaged framework already replaced.

Continuing up and into the bell tower, there is room for the small group. From this vantage point, they can see much of the town, including Ikar’s base. To the east, the towering grey mists. Turning to the south, there is a shallow and wide ravine. Approximately seventy-five feet away, is a dead, bleached and gnarled tree. There are five twisted branches coming off the main trunk.

"Let’s see what you’ve got, Inventor.", Remi loads both rifles and hands one to Tryne. "Who can hit the most branches on the little guy down there."

Without any other words, the bounty hunter quickly fires off five rapid shots. With each round, a flash of bright red flame erupts from the end of the barrel. None of the spectators can see the munition fly through the air. The only indication of the bullets is two of the branches exploding and falling to the ground.