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On the shore Sasha's voice can be heard calling from the cliff .."Got it .. taking the whole nest.. See you back at camp. Thanks Doc!"

Sasha adjusts her stance - claiming the lead flier she stabs into it as it skewers itself with its own momentum ..
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23crit
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
9 damage to Lizard1

The second flier .. injured and awkwardly follows - like a slow pitch waiting to be smacked skidding to the ground from Mugambi's swing.

No movement from either.

"Because they're so cute, silly. Now give me a boost up to this nest, Doc."

"That's it .. I'll not be ordered around like that anymore! ... I'll find my own way .. " Sasha scoops up her gear, and stomps out off to the west.

Sasha, who had been on the edge of the makeshift shelter watching the rain turns .. she hadn't appeared to be listening but blurts out a derisive laugh "You didn't even try to fight?! Ha .. sad sack! Gah stuck on an island with a reeal mopey bunch. If you all don't quit your bellyachin' by morning .. I'm out of here." She turns her back to the group again as the rain conitinues to pound.

The pile appears to contain all of your gear, stuffed in packs (including your own packs) all lashed to makeshift raft .. Tol discovers that someone must have put Gorra's saddle and bags on as well ..

Sasha and Aerys walk over to the pile as well, equipping their gear .. Sasha responds to Iolona her tone not hiding her frustration "So you don't remember either .. last thing I remember was Gelik falling in his soup. Its hazy after that .. to say least.. I hope that captain of yours still lives, I will be compensated for this!" as she straps on a sword with a serrated edge and straps her bracers on.