The woman grabs feebly at the belt, trying to lessen the pressure on her neck. The dwarf smirks, but has a slightly angry look in his eyes. "Killing the woman does nothing. We can still torture her information out of you." He pats the axe blade at his side.
Ard turned to Abigail, 'Yes... definitely Redania.'
"Good plan. If it does, then we'll just have to move faster than we anticipated." Gustav nods, before whispering in her ear. "Don't worry, I like your ass plenty."
Isabella looks behind her, her dress mending, much to Boris' dismay. "Thanks for the warning, little brother." She smirks.
Waldemar shakes her hand, looking down her dress as he does it. "A pleasure to meet you, Mirellia. You're the friend Danielle keeps telling me about? I see her tales of your beauty weren't exaggerated." He grins, not intimidated by the cold gaze. "You work with Danielle at Passiflora, I assume? She's quickly become my favourite, so I assume you won't disappoint either." Danielle blushes slightly at the praise.
Abigail nods, as Ard begins his speech. He sees that the logic has won over a few of the townspeople, before the preacher starts up again. "So says you! But I know you not! Who's to say that you've not just returned from murdering innocent humans on the road, and have come to sell their goods to their own brethren. Elves are a perverse lot! You'd probably get a kick out of it!" Reading the faces of the crowd, Ard sees the man's suspicions starting to undo the work he did before.
@moonblack Slicing through the rotten hide of the creature, Trista makes it back behind Gustav as it begins to bloat and expand. The yellow magic of Gustav's quen encases the group and shields them from the oncoming spray of toxic blood and jagged bone.
Looking back seems to have been the right decision, for as they heard the fight with the rotfiends, two brave drowners emerge from the tunnel behind them, looking to flank the group. Seeing that only Varrin is paying attention to them, the two creatures rush at the noble, looking to gut him before Isabella, whose attention is fixed on the fight in front, can turn around to engage.
'Yes, precisely, you know me not. Yet you throw wild accusations around at the drop of a hat, What is it you do know?' Ard countered, 'Why, it's someone different every day who's responsible for their woes and grievances!'
Appealing to greed works better than appealing to logic, and the crowd begins to argue. Ars knows he hasn't convinced them fully, a few lines can do little against years of indoctrination, but the stirring gives him a brief opportunity to get away if he wishes, though he has little way of knowing if they'll look for him if he disappears.
"Good idea." He slips his arms around their waists, before leading them down a guarded set of stairs into the private area. Mirellia knows from seeing the blueprints that the vault is at the bottom of the stairs, but he doesn't go that far, stopping at a middle level to pull the women into a reasonably sized bed chamber. Looking at the two of them lasciviously, he smirks and sits on the bed. "Why don't the two of you put on a show for me?" Unless he's a fine actor, he doesn't expect anything but sex from the two.
The trap, a purple magical seal on the ground, traps the creature and makes it vulnerable to Trista's blade. Her sword stabs right through its skull, and as she kicks it away, it explodes, quickly joined by Gustav's attacker as he kills it.
Readying himself , Varrin impales his first attacker, killing the drowned outright, but the second is only cut by the dagger, and leaps at him.
The priestess wheezes as she's choked again. "I don't know what the circumstances are. Just that you're to be brought in and made to talk if you don't talk willingly." The dwarf shrugs, looking at the priestess.
