|Linria 'Lyn' Korudorn|
Linria lowers her crossbow and breathes a sigh of relief as the floor falls away. "Ah, well, there he goes. Nicely done, gentlemen and lady!" She puts the Sting away and smiles with the group as they begin to leave the tower.
On the way back, Lyn's awfully quiet, her mind flooded with thoughts of what adventure like this meant. Oh, so it's back to just her and I now? Yep, nothing like serving the Pathfinder Society with your mother in tow. Ugh. She glares down at Sayra. Will I see these guys again? Should I make a move?
"Say, Mr. Mort," Lyn says as she sidles up next to him. "You must be thirsty after a long day of exploration and fighting. How umm, how 'bout joinin' me fer a mug o' ale?" Eeeek. No sooner had the words escaped her lips than she realized her true roots had shown. She grabs her mouth with both hands, her face deeply flushed. Grundinnar, in this moment, please make me disappear.
Without waiting for a response, Lyn dashes off ahead towards Absalom. Sayra stays put alongside Corona, nudging her ankle with her reddish purple mane likely in search of more fresh bread.
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Gitano thanks Mort for dragging him to safety and Balenar for healing his wounds. "My brothers from other mothers, I will never forget this."
He nods in agreement with Ash. "Let's thoroughly map and document all that we've found, and take our time searching areas we bypassed or might have missed."
Once the party steps into the sunlight outside the tower, Gitano enjoys a few slow, deep lungfuls of fresh air.
With an appreciative bow, he hands Balenar back his fine rapier. He unlaces the bindings of the borrowed leathers and sheds them with an exaggerated shimmy, shimmy shake.
"What's mine is yours, and what's yours has been well used. If you've no need of what was mine, I'd be happy to put them back on, before the chill air gives me more than goosebumps."
He flashes a friendly smile at his new friends, "See you all back at the Lodge, or catch me at the Grog Pit. My fans are going to love this tale."
Mort watches as Lyn hurries off like she's about to turn into a pumpkin "Umm ya, I love ale. Dark, smooth, thick ale... mmmmmmh" He closes his eyes like he's tasting it right now. "Hey save me a seat at least ok?" He hollers after the others as they race off like school children at the start of summer. New guys...
"Aw, I think Lyn likes you, Friend Mort," Corona grins as she playfully elbows him and states the blindingly obvious. "You should definitely have that drink with her - and you already like ale so it'll be like a bonus," she adds as she digs out another small piece of cornbread for Sayra. "And bonuses are always good!"
With that, she hurries along after the others on the road back to Absalom, eagerly wondering when and where her next adventure with the Society might take place.