"Yeah, they broke in here trying to free the bard" Karthus replies.
Moira gets up from her armchair and walks to the cells. Seeing the two sons of the high priestess stripped of everything but the shirt on their asses she start laughing heartily. "Oh boy. Your mommy will be very disappointed. I'll tell her first thing in the morning."
The clerics sit there in silence robbed of their freedom and their equipment, having left only the faith in their goddess. And their dignity, and they are not giving up on that. They simply ignore the mocking pretending that they don't care.
Moira walks back to her armchair with a smug grin on her face. "We'll get them all!" and then humming the melody of "Jaws". "Dun dun, dun dun,... dun dun, dun dun,..."
"So what's the plan, Moira?" Fauhra asks
"Don't know. Maybe some blackmailing?" Moira suggests.
"I not know if clerics are susceptible to blackmail much, Moira." Fauhra comments. "Perhaps we extort some information, or show people that these criminals have not good interest of town at heart."
"Of course the high priest of honor, justice and valor is not susceptible to blackmail. But she is a mother too. And we got her two sons." Moira tells.
"So she can have them back, if she bails them out for - let's say 500 gold. We'll make sure half the town gets to see it anyway. Or she doesn't bail them out and gets them back, after each of them gets 50 lashes with the whip while bound naked to the pillory."
"Something like that. Don't you think it's worth a try?"
"And then we can put posters of them at the news posts warning against those criminals.
As it is late in the night, all go back to sleep. Some don't as they don't sleep at all, but they pretend. Or at least don't move to draw no attention. After another five hours or so the sun rises. With all who need their sleep cursing the morning or the nightly interruption. But the morning doesn't care.
It shines bright and exudes a happiness that is annoying to those who still want to sleep.
Kendra's biological clock makes sure she gets enough rest to recharge her ability to cast spells, and thus she sleep in a bit.
Fauhra nods. "Worth try for sure. Sounds like plan." She then heads back to bed, but thinks of something before actually reaching her sleeping spot. "Bones," she adresses Karthus, "You can keep eye on them, yes? Not need sleep?"