Baleson appears at the door. He has a bow in his hand with an arrow nocked that has a very reflective tip. A quiver is on his back and his battleaxe is sheathed at his hip. He motions for Cirthana.
As she picks up the sleeping child Cirthana says "Time for the two of us to join our escort. Please enjoy the rest of your evening and be safe. Seldlron is just trying to make friends in his strange way. He would not want to fight with you otherwise. I look forward to seeing you soon."
Reinar manages to pick himself up after the bouncers thought he was there to rescue Ralla. "That's it!" He has had all he can take of Falcon's Hollow. In the dead of night he heads out for different environs.
Baleson eventually returns to the tavern. He gets an ale and joins your party to inform you "Jeva is safely in a cell. Cirthana will sleep just outside it and care to her until the full moon. Zevon, I expect you will agree to a lock up the day before the full moon. Bulgard, are you going to let him talk to you that way without recourse? Seldlron, if they are peaceful folk, please let them be."
"I'm working for tips over here and taking requests."
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I will, Sheriff. As for the logger, I am in no mood as you can imagine. Let the dog bark if he must.
Before Cirthana leaves.
"I won't be lettin' em kill the lass, they will be havin' ta face me first."
As they leave Rhen sinks in to a bit of a stupor drinking himself asleep.
With his cover blown, Seldlron's pit bull stare turns to a smile and then he chuckles. "Bulgard is it? Sorry, I mistook you for a man. Who is this beautiful woman on your arm? I have never seen her before in my life."
Arlie and the other logger break out in laughter.
Zevon remains solemn and unamused. He orders a cider, downs it quickly, pays and heads back to his room.
Having a sleeping dwarf for an audience and getting nowhere with Bulgard, Seldlron yells "Jalene, an ale for Kitani. My tab." and returns to the loggers' table.
It is mid afternoon the day before the full moon.
Jeva's cell has been decorated and is full of toys as Cirthana planned. The next cell has its door swung wide open. Cirthana is sitting in a chair just outside Jeva's cell reading to her.
Baleson is properly armed with a battleaxe and silver dagger. There is a quiver on his back with a dozen or so arrows. He takes a seat at a small table in the middle of the room waiting for Zevon to arrive. His bow is strung and rests on the table.
Zevon makes his way to the jail. He nods to Baleson as he enters.
"My gratitude for the use of these facilities. One hopes that it is an overabundance of caution. In any account, your commitment to the safety of this town is admirable. Now if you will kindly direct me to my abode."
Baleson directs Zevon to the open cell. He closes the door behind him and locks it. He returns to his chair at the table. As he nocks an arrow with a particualrly shiny broadhead, he assures Zevon "Now don't you go worrying Zevon. We are going to cure you. If Sharvaros fails, I have a sure thing cure of my own." He gives Zevon a big friendly smile.
Sharvaros enters the Sheriff's Office an hour before sundown. He looks unkempt as usual and he appears to be in serious concentration. He immediately takes charge. His mood is overbearingly dreadful and contagiouos. "Baleson, I will need them restrained facing outward so that I may enter without being bit. I may need to touch them to remove any curses. I can cast remove curse four times a day, not three as I previously told you."
He kindly does as he is told. He asks each to present their hands and cuffs them to the bars facing outward while assuring them this will not hurt nor last long.
It seems like an eternity waiting on the sun to set and the moon to rise. Jeva begins to get anxious. Then she begins to cry. "I don't want to."
"It is okay Jeva, this will be the last time. You will never have to be afraid to go to sleep again."
Zevon is becoming anxious as well. His heart rate has increased, he is sweating and looks pale.
Sharvaros has opened a scroll that he made notes on to remind him of his preparations. He intently studies it while he waits. He mumbles to himself over and over "Foxes cunning, spectral hand, hold person, invisibility, mage armor, shield, magic missile, color spray, ray of enfeeblement."
Rhen stumbles upstairs to his room, not wanting to be there when the lass turns again.
Zevon tries to distract himself my focusing on Vade's preparations.
Before your eyes, Jeva transforms. Those present now stare at Zevon.
Sharvaros casts a spell DC 17 spellcraft. He casts another spell and a ghostly hand materialized in front of him. He reacts as if he is suddenly hurt . He concentrates on the spectral hand. It moves through the bars into Jeva's cell. She snaps at it as it approaches. It is untouched by the biting and presses itself against her belly. Sharvaros casts another spell DC23 to identify. The werewolf growls at the touch of the hand.
The werecreature resists
Before your eyes, Jeva returns to human form. You feel a wave of peaceful goodness overcome you. You feel more confident in yourself. This would be a good time to check the discussion thread.
Sharvaros dismisses the hand and looks like he feels better. "If she was cured, Vierding is not afflicted."
Rhen awakens in the morning, stumbling a bit before he gets his coat on, strapping on his sword belt leaving his armor behind he makes his way down the stairs to the common Area.
"Ale for me head and bread for me belly." He slurs a bit, after getting his food and ale, Rhen makes his way to see Jeva.
"Well lass how ye feeling?" Rhen hands the girl some flowers he picked.
Jeva smiles when she sees Rhen and smells the flowers when he gives them to her. "Thank you Rhen! They are beautiful and they smell so good. I feel great and I will never do bad things ever again." She gives him a hug.
Zevon cannot hide his relief and amazement. He thanks Vade again for his assistance, glad that he did not require it. He jogs to the Sitting Duck and buys a round for the bar. His celebration continues well into the morn'.
Rhen hugs the girl back, "SO what will ye be doin' with yerself now lass?"
"The Jabb's have adopted me! I get to play with Mikra all the time and Savram visits every day."