Chapter One: An Urgent Summons

Enialis speaks to Sinnj as he walks away, There is no telling when the spell will naturally wear off. By the time we come back for him, he could be gone. Enialis then turns to Ragnar. Shall we leave him in the cold or restrain him for later questioning?

Shall we consume him for sustenance? Thurkear suggests in an unsure tone. He is very hungry.

Alright. Thurkear says, irked again by the alien customs of the soft-skins. He follows the others, the warm bandit still in his arms.

Ignoring the lizard beasts abnormal habits, he says, Shall we attempt to wake him up now and do our questioning? It will only take but a small amount of time.

Looking at Thurkear, Sinnj lets his suggestions digest for a moment, then smiles and says nothing. Turning towards the rest of the group,

If we are to take him along, he will either need to be bound and tied to a horse to keep him from falling off, or woken up. I would like to remind everyone that our first interaction with him was dodging arrows, so I can only imagine what he will think to wake up tied to a horse. It would be worth the effort to disarm him completely, if you are planning on waking him prior to placing him on a mount of his own.

Thurkear looks arourd unsurely at what to do with the bandit in his arms. He then sets him down, taking the bow and quiver and slinging them onto his back before taking a rope from his pack and attempting to tie the man up.

When all is finished, carry the man to the stables, he says to Thurkear. When Thurkear moves the man, Enialis is sure to follow.

Thurkear, after binding the man, continues toward the stables where he finds a suitable horse for himself and the sleeping bandit.

Piper quietly observes the events, rather than partaking in the action, she has a journal in her ink-stained hands. She plans to record every moment of this adventure, her quill scribbles fast.

Thurkear, having found a horse for himself and slung the bandit over a second horse, sits just inside the pin with his horse, warming himself, and idly manufactures subltle illusions of swirling, glowing dust.

Seeing everyone else is about ready, Sinnj finishes placing the saddle on his horse and leads it out of the stall and climbs up ready to travel.