But as the spear flies down the alleyway, skipping into the adjacent street, a defeated look contorts Elross' face. Falling to his knees, he stares at his hands blankly It's as if I've never fought a day in my life, he thinks to himself.
@Elross - I seem to recall you having a much better batting average on rats than Aesantiel did. And a lower net incidence of poisoning on the day (though I'll maintain that if you haven't been poisoned at all then you haven't been trying hard enough :).
I'll just assume Simon holds again and finish this off.
Halli falls from the combined attacks of Aesantiel and Cedrick. As she falls to the ground, a twisted smile is still upon her lips and a frozen stare makes the scene all that much more uncomfortable.
Jessica moves up to Aesantiel and clings to her sleeve. "Thank goodness you all arrived when you did. I'm sorry I was so much trouble."
As you make your way back to the Grand Lodge, the sun has just about hit the horizon. The golden-hued streets and playful orange reflections from the glass soothe your spirits. Other Pathfinders make their way into the building and you enter with a sense of relief.
Ambrus Valsin hails you as he is walking down one of the hallways. "You have done a good job and you have my thanks. You have shown great skill and responsibility. The faction heads speak well of you...except for Paracountess Dralneen, but she always been a little...er...difficult. I assure you that you won't be running around Absalom doing menial errands the next time around. In fact, there is another faction head who would like to meet you soon."