Sep 2, 2018 9:02 pm
Yohna leaves a length of rope off the bandit's ties, as a sort of lead to make sure she doesn't scarper on their way back to town. Wrapping it around her own wrist, she jerks her head in a motion for their prisoner to stand. "Come on." She says to the others. "Let's see what the others have gotten up to." She hands Falka the rope on the way past, trusting the dwarf to be a harder force to resist than herself.
The cleric heads up to the northern chamber, stopping at the body of Grum with an approving nod and then stepping over it. "Anything of note?" She asks, finding herself on the receiving end of a rather ominous dictation of a letter. "That sounds... Troublesome. Perhaps we ought to look into it... Though for today, the lot of you seem a little ragged. I, for one, could kill for a bath. We managed to catch one alive." She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, regardless of whether or not Falka was there with the captive. "So perhaps we should head back to Red Larch and rest."
The cleric heads up to the northern chamber, stopping at the body of Grum with an approving nod and then stepping over it. "Anything of note?" She asks, finding herself on the receiving end of a rather ominous dictation of a letter. "That sounds... Troublesome. Perhaps we ought to look into it... Though for today, the lot of you seem a little ragged. I, for one, could kill for a bath. We managed to catch one alive." She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder, regardless of whether or not Falka was there with the captive. "So perhaps we should head back to Red Larch and rest."