Subject: Re: Back to the game at hand

Not really sure why I need to be around for that. The raiders are currently tied up, and Elotai's just standing around staring at them at this point. He has freedom enough to go talk to whomever he wants (aside from Bermid, really, who at this point is busy helping turn the inn into a refuge for the displaced citizens).

If you guys want to question the raiders, you may, but I can't answer really until Monday or Tuesday, when I get back. But yeah, Elotai's a new guy who saved the rest of the party's collective ass with a color spray and no one's seen fit to give him so much as a curt nod.

Just picture this in your heads before you go on:

The street is lit dimly by torches and the few remaining fires that are being put out. The dead are being carried to the edge of the village, but pools of red blood darken the main path. You've all just been in a high adrenaline fight where Telwyn almost died, and the rest of you could have easily if they barbarians had pressed their advantage and not fled. You're now in the post-adrenaline lull, looking at people who stood by your side facing possible death.

Some of you have never faced this before, and this should be big. Roleplay. :)

I can't tell you to just bond, but... um... bond, okay? The DM preacheth it, goddamnit. ;p

Later, folks.

Subject: Re: Back to the game at hand

OOC: Dammit, I want to talk to Bermid! Ah well, I can wait until he's done.

Okay.

Tying up the raiders with Bermid took long enough that the adrenaline rush of battle has faded from Elotai's blood. He stands near the bound raiders, hand absently on the hilt of his sword. From somewhere he hears the halfling beginning to sing, and a faint smile flickers across his otherwise impassive features.

There are too many scattered pieces for him to --

Spider eyes! But Elotai blinks and realizes that there's no one there. Fatigue. Must be fatigue.

He shakes his head, driving away whatever vague imaginings had been fermenting there, and runs his hand through his long, silvery hair. "I think we should see to it that these men are moved into the prison," he calls to whoever happens to be nearest (OOC: I think that's Telwyn, but I'm not sure).