Zesaste nodded agreement and in short order, gathered his things. An unseen force left Kieran's sword and dagger beside his unconscious body. It did not take him long to finish gathering his valuables and with a bulging sack over his shoulder he made his exit from the house, watching N'bellocq warily. He slowly produced a scroll from his inside pocket and left it on the ground.
For what its worth, I hope you get Salgarth. Give Kieran my regards. Good day to you all...
That was 16 nonlethal, 6 lethal on Kieran, correct? Tebati would have thrown a stablize on him if necessary on her initiative.
"It is worth nothing," Tebati replies coldly and waits until he is on his way. Then she sits down and gathers the child-sized man into her lap, channeling energy until he comes to. Walking out the door; will figure out how many I need after a while.
One corner of Ansha's lips twitch into a brief half-smile, almost of apology, as Zesaste departs. "Namárië," she says, voicing an Elven farewell, then turning to look at her trio of companions. Fighting down the triumphant smile threatening to creep onto her face--the sort usually accompanied by the words I told you so or You should have listened to me in the first place--she incants the words to a pair of cantrips in quick succession (Detect Magic in case of traps on the scroll, then Read Magic to see what's on it), then kneels and retrieves the scroll. First scouring the scroll for auras of its own, once satisfied, she then unfurls it and reviews the spell written within.