Like Moths to a Flame
With the rain pouring down, many of the town folks gathered outside the damaged jail to gawk at this spectacle.
Az managed to survive the blast and got escorted out with his equipment.
Meanwhile, Trista the Shadowed, a court wizard, along with Lady Morwen, the older sister to Duke Maldwyn, and their entourage of militia and servants recaptured the tattooed man, Arvik.
Once outside, Az noticed familiar faces in the crowd, but ignored them. Instead he moved along the building and sought out his barrel next to the jail that contained his stash.
The rest of the group gathered with the crowd watching the excitement. They noticed Az sneaking off to the side of the jail, away from the assembly in front.
Well now, what’s Az doing, ignoring us and all?
Aliana certainly wasn’t going to have any of that, especially having secured the drow’s stolen goods. The others certainly weren’t going to miss out on the only witness to the jail blast. Come to find out, everyone seems to know everyone else by reputation or adventuring.
Aliana wanted to go orc hunting and invited the group back to the Silver Food for planning.
After short introductions, the group splits up for a little prayer, a little drink, a little peek, and a little sneak. What the heck, they all meet up in the morning for a lovely gruesome hanging on a nice stormy morning. The Red Wizard manages to show-off with his squirming tattoos that seem alive, at least until a final lightning flash and thunder marks his demise.