Stuck in a room with a dwarf is not how one would find honour. But it is something I have no problem doing in order to complete the group’s mission should I want to find mine. We have infiltrated the inn where we can seek information. The bard got herself a show downstairs to get everyone distracted. The monk and the ranger are having a drink in plain view to keep a watchful eye on the bard. While the gnome walks around the inn looking for clues, me and the dwarf are drinking in the room as they do not fully trust me yet. Who knows how long it will take for them to trust me, one will never……….
(THERE IS SOME PANIC AND COMMOTION IN THE THEATRE)
The dwarf received word about the Giths returning and with numbers. The party must be in trouble. Rigmor hands me my weapons and started heading downstairs. I do not want to call attention to myself, or do i? The stairs will take too long. There is a clear line to the theatre from the balcony, this will make due. * (LEAPS OFF BALCONY, AND SPREADS GLORIOUS WINGSPAN TO GLIDE DOWN TOWARDS ONE OF THE MAIN THEATRE WINDOWS)*
“EXPEXTO PATRONUM!!!” a Draconian warcry in which leaving it to be the last words some inferior creatures hear for the last time on this living plane. I crash through a window and lo a behold, 6 Giths facing my allies. I ready my weapon, I ready my hate. I was impressed by the abilities of my allies. The ranger swift and surgical with the bow. The bard and her spells. The gnome and her prowess. The monk…….with the ability to not die from such a brutal attack. And most of all, Rigmor. Who would’ve thought a dwarf can leap such heights to attack. They impress me every time I see them fight. The way they work together, as a team, as one unit. Such partnership I’m not too familiar with.
It was a grueling fight, but not one we would lose. Thanks to two elves donning red robes, Jistilis and Fendrithin. Our fight isn’t over, in fact it was just beginning. We have ways to go and with new looted gear, something tells me we will not be fighting in just one plane. These dimensional shackles will come in handy the next time we face the Gith. We can keep one here from phasing away or possibly shackle myself to keep them from taking me, as it seems that they are after me. The reason for that is beyond me. But all I know is we are just at the tip of the iceberg, and the more go deeper, the closer we will be to the truth, and the closer I am to finding honour.