As for your post Tookie, I was just going to have it happen kind of concurrently. He's not that far from the table, so it's not a hugely destabilizing thing.
For Geran, it's not so much that it's a high DC, it was an impossibility at the moment. He's completely plastered, only a few weeks out from having watched his son get hauled out in front of everyone and hung and THEN the kid's fingers were cut off and nailed to their door. In six or eight months, sure, he may be up for something. Right now? He's so far into his misery that it's amazing he can even manage to get dressed. Then, he effectively dies and is literally watching his son try to embrace him from across their version of Elysian Fields/Heaven/The Other Side and right as he's about to be reunited with the ONE thing that he misses, a well meaning burst of healing energies rip his son away from him and bring him back to consciousness where he cannot move his legs and he's still without his son. You then tell him that his son will literally be waiting an ETERNITY for him. He's a broken man. :(
ANYWHO, back to the exciting encounter with the scruffy man from Tavern A!
You must be some of those outta-town relatives of old man D'allarae huh. Don't know the tax collector's lieutenant when ya see him, eh? That's a fine right there in its own right. But since it's yer first time, I'll see to it the charge is levied against yer cousin or whatever bollocksload he is. You can just call me Lieutenant Eldarand for the time being. Now, put yer hands up, the way I see it, you all just committed murder in the village o' Willowdark. Since no duly appointed law is here at the moment, on account of you killin' 'em, I'll have to administer justice my own self. As he speaks, a heavy crossbow swings up from under his cloak, trained on Kaio.