Abomentolor charges one of the clockwork soldiers and touches it.
Gwenwhyfar uses her sleep hex on the man.
Abomentolor curses. "You'll follow your companion to the junk yard now."
He casts another intensified empowered shocking grasp.
As Tauriell reaches the window she smashes it in with the mace. Thoroughly that she doesn't cut herself with the glass.
Abomentolor delivers another shocking grasp. But this time a simple one.
"What are we going to do with this man?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
Tauriell squeezes through the window and jumps into the room. "Oh, you're again done with everything. But don't be sad. I bring you something else to play."
Abomentolor pulls out the wand of lightning bolt and electrocutes the tny dragon that he can't reach with his touch.
Tauriell throws her adamantine dagger at the dragon.
Tauriell takes out her bow and shoots some arrows at the dragon.
But to no effect. "First thing I'm going to do is jump down from this shitty ledge and buy some real adamantine weapons."
Gwenwhyfar flies up to the dragon and tries to grab it.
Gwenhwyfar tries to grab the dragon again as it attempts to evade her.
She gets it at it's wing and pulls it down with her to land besides Abomentolor.
Abomentolor casts shocking grasp and destroys the dragon.
As the fight is finally over Gwenhwyfar moves over to the rack where the Troll is bound and tortured. "Hello Mr. Troll. We are here to save you."
Gwenhwyfar uses her tongues hex and tries again to speak to the troll. "{Hello Mr. Troll. We are here to save you.}"
Gwenhwyfar casts Diagnose disease on the troll to check his condition.
"This is not good. Mr. Troll is confused. I can't talk to him. Does one of you know how to disable this device - so it stops torturing him - without releasing him?"
"And would someone please take care of this mad scientist over there, before he wakes up again?" Gwenhwyfar suggests.
Tauriell looks at Jimmy "Will you? Or shall I take care of it for a more permanent solution."
"What are you going to do about him anyway. It's not like there is a city guard in this town you could hand him over to." Abomentolor asks.
Jimmy detects evil on the man
As Jimmy busies himself with the man, Tauriell takes a look at the rack.
"He is tightly bound here, here, here, here and here. These are locked and have nothing to do with these parts that continue to infuse him with some substance and keep cutting him open. Therefore..." Tauriell says and smashes some parts of the machine. "... this is dispensable."
"I guess I could fix his mental state by casting restoration on him. But I don't have diamond dust with me. What shall we do? If we simply wait a few hours he might get back to normal on his own. But I don't know how long. And if it doesn't work we'll waste hours for nothing." Gwenhwyfar explains.
"Well somehow this scum isn't evil." Jimmy says kicking the man
"Maybe we check his kitchen and pantry. Maybe a few hours of waiting time are not that bad." Tauriell suggests.
"F##!!" Jimmy says as he jumps onto the guy to grapple him again
"A good start would be not to make any more trouble. Or I free this troll here. I'm pretty sure he would put an end to any trouble making that is still left in you." Tauriell threatens the Ardoc.
"That's a pretty good question." Niamh determines having no clue why the group is here because she didn't care earlier.
"You have a point here. Mr. Troll will probably not react well to meeting Mr. Ardoc. Even if I manage to get him back to full mental health." Gwenhwyfar muses.
"You wouldn't have diamond dust here to help me with that?" Gwenhwyfar asks.
"We may tell our wishes and Bat Man here has to fulfil them? Cool!" Abomentolor concludes excitedly. "I want one of these metamagic sticks!"
"Augustille! That is his name. I should have written that down the first time Vargun mentioned it." Gwenhwyfar tells. She sits down on the floor, takes out her journal and makes a few notes.
Tauriell walks over to the place where Jimmy holds down the Ardoc.
"Let me have a look what our beloved Mr. Ardoc here has with him."
"Let me keep that nice bag of spell components for you." Tauriell says and rips the pouch off his belt.
"Who get's the rest of this nice stuff?" Tauriell asks
"You're not helping here. We need Augustille out of here. And to do that I need him in a better condition. Do you hear me?" Gwenhwyfar pleads as everyone else seems only to care about getting stuff for themselves.
"As soon as I find this diamond dust on him I'll tell you. Until then I'm only hindered by the fact, that we distribute everything. Maybe you hand me your bag and I simply throw everything in." Tauriell replies.