Grym stared daggers at the snake man as he rose and walked towards where Pete was sitting tied up.
I never made any deals with the scaly one. Now Pete, you got any information that you think is valuable enough to barter for your life then start talking.
Judging by how easily you want to slit throats, I hardy believe that you care for the lives of the innocents, elf. Besides, I know no more than what I've already told you. I don't know where those shots came from either.
Meanwhile, another gunshot resonates in the night air.
He smiled but no mirth touched the gesture as he grabbed a hand full of Pete's hair.
Eh, you're right bub. I don't care. I was mainly speaking for my pals who for the most part are cut of much more generous cloth than me. Maybe you should've pleaded with them instead of antagonizing me. Too late for that though...
He jerked the man's head back and smoothly ran his knife across Pete's neck.
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He let the man's body droop to the ground as another distant shot rang out.
Thels, can you find where that shot came from?
"Let's get moving fellas. I'm going to be seriously pissed if we miss our bounty. Plus I still got one more fella left unaccounted for that I need to see dead."
Ember doesn't even bother to spare another glance at Pete as she tries to figure out the direction of the shots.
At the sight of Grymblade slitting Pete's throat, Pissbucket freaks out, at tries to burst the ropes that are holding him. .
He manages to snatch the bindings and, while screaming, tries to escape up the pathway, in the opposite direction of Slate's camp.
...why the hell are they all just standing there?...
Since his pals were evidently lost in deep thought; Grym acted out of hatred for the snake man and years of honed reactions. His hand whipped and a knife flew through the dark at Busket.
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Satisfaction at the knife sinking into the vile lizard's back lit the half elf's face for the briefest of seconds. This would be one kill he would enjoy. He turned to the group.
Y'all need to wake up. We've got serious business to do and y'all are standing around like a bunch of meek milk drinkers.
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Thel snaps out of his thinking as Pissbuckets screams echoed across the night. He turns away from his vantage point and looks at the fleeing lizard, cursing under his breath.
"Let the lizard run - we have a bigger catch that might slip away! We need to get to the camp and make sure we get Slate before someone steals him away. *sigh* That cursed piece of stink probably woke every soul in this dammed canyon - those that didn't notice the gunfire that is". he takes another movement to contemplate and catch his breath "There is still a chance that whoever that's doing the shootin' are still distracting the camp, so I say we still got a shot at this. What do ya think?"
Thel starts to make his way carefully towards the sound of the battle, intent on seeing what's up.
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"I'm tryin' to figgur from what direction these shot's are coming from...go stab yur lizard"
"If no one minds I'm going to use that pistol we just found here until I get my own gun fixed. Doesn't look like I'll have any time to fix it since we just keep finding more trouble. And I say we still head after Slate, gunshots or no."
"Yeah - right no time to waste."
With those words Thel throws the gun to Ember.
Needless to say, fear got the poor Pissbucket to his final demise. The lizard screams as the knife sticks into his back, and then drops to the ground, motionless.
It's very difficult to estimate the distance of the gunshots: the Whispering Canyons are famous for their constant winds that make almost impossible to discern from where a noise comes from. That said, the gunshots seem to be pretty distant: there are probably quite a lot of solid rock walls between you and there. And now there is someone yelling, too.
Thel, as you move inside one of the rocky openings of the canyon walls, towards the path that Pete pointed at, you can see something in the sand... Probably some sort of rope, though you can't see what it's attached to.
Grym was back to his stoic self as he walked over and retrieved his knife from the scaly man's back. He cleaned the blade on the Bucket's shirt unceremoniously and rejoined the group as Ember was asking for the pistol theyd found.
I have one you can have as well Embrianna.
He'll open his magic pouch and pull out the two barrelled dragon pistol, loaded with a dragon's breath cartridge and hand it over to the
lady along with the 20 firearm cartridges he'd found.
We ready? After you Thels.
Newly armed, but still annoyed her own precious gun isn't currently functioning, Ember nods in thanks to Theyls and Grym.
"I'm ready, let's get a move on. We got an outlaw to catch and a magical thing to retrieve and I'm not letting anyone cheat us out of our bounty."
"There is a rope here - I don't know what it's attached to. Might be some sort of transportation, or warning system. One thing is sure however, I don't think someone would bother to tie a rope in the middle of nowhere just for s@$$s and giggles so Pete was probably right. I don't think we are going to make it to the shooting in time to make a difference, so I suggest we take the cautious approach and see if we can grab Slate nice and quiet. What do you think ?"
"Sounds like a plan. Let's get a move on."
Boss wipes the gore from the curved blade with an oily rag he produced from his breast pocket and fixes the blade on his back....
Lets follow this rope then and see where it leads. Might be we can turn what ever it is intended for against Slate.
Grym will follow Thels as cautioulsy as he can.
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Upon more careful examination, the rope reveals to be the trigger for some sort of trap, though you can't make out what would happen if it goes off.
Ember avoids the rope and follows the guys.
Follows quietly...
Hefting the powder keg up on his shoulder, Boss moves silently with the others towards the gap...