Waving away the ectoplasmic mist as it disintegrates back into the Aether naturally, Dro'gan frowns.
"We have capatured it, but unless we find a way to bind it...? It will eventually wake up and escape, and it will be even more angry than before. Suggestions? One of us could run back to the market and purchase some heavy chains and a lock or manacles of some sort? Heavy strong-animal style manacles I would assume. Hold a moment..."
Naliah puts away her crossbow, retrieves her hanbo and stows it, and pulls an ornament out of her hair. With a flick of her thumb, a sharp, slender blade springs forth from it.
"Nonsense, good sir, we finish it off now and save us the headache. Surely you don't think it has value as a prisoner? I doubt its summoner has feelings for it, nor is it likely to have information..."
She squats by its fallen form and leans to identify whatever its jugular might be, then pauses. "It will be unconscious about an hour at least. If there is something you want to do, do it quickly. I dislike loose ends."
Dro’gan shakes his head sadly.
”Politics in this city are complicated. We arrived already behind the times and we are desperately trying to catch up and answer a lot of questions. This…thing…might have some of these answers. Hells…Proof of its presence here could be used as evidence possibly. If its extraplanar in origin if we kill it, it will merely dissolve into goo. Usually. We need it alive and answering questions. For now.”
“I vote to kill it. We don’t have the resources to restrain this thing, nor the time. And don’t say I have magic that can bind this thing, because I don’t.” Vyranos said, a little snappy that they’re even having a conversation about keeping a greater barghest alive.
Amandine purses her lips as she looks at the barghest and thinks.
"We don't have the time. We're here looking for a div, not a barghest. This thing is more likely to be the div's minion than the cause of the problems. Intelligent enough to serve, but lacking the ability to effect mind control and devise plans based on it."
"If we leave for restraints or spend time trying to question it, we create opportunities for the true danger to notice our presence and act against us. We must kill it now. Anything else is simply too risky."
She walks to the barghest and carefully places the point of her rapier in the monster's ear. Using the all her strength with both hands plus the weight of her upper body leaning on it, she drives the blade down into the ear and through the weak area of skull behind it into its brain.
"Well done, darling. We shan't suffer the beast to live." Hasimir commends Amandine for her brutal finisher.
He looks at his blood-covered fan, and with a rapid snap of his wrist shakes the blood off the weapon, leaving a crimson arc painted on the wall.
"Moving on, then. Shall we?" Hasimir casts a healing spell on himself and moves to the door to the north. He reaches for the handle, but stops.
Could there be traps? Why would anyone put traps on doors inside a slaughterhouse? On the other hand, why would anyone have a barghest guarding a room?
And he looks for traps.
Naliah, already close to the ground and about to strike the creature, starts as the tip of Amandine's rapier bursts through the creature's ear. "Oh!" She throws her blade upward in shock, and just manages to catch it with her other hand before it flies toward one of the living.
"Well, my lady, you're decisive at least." She flicks a bit of brain off of her shirt, and eyes the beast to be sure it's dead--hard to tell, with extraplanar creatures.
Dro’gan sighs at the creature’s death and uses a cantrip to quickly clean himself and the others from the creature’s death throes.
”Well thats that…”
Whipping out the group healing stick, Dro'gan taps the human with it.
He then reloads Dignity's Barb and looks through the room's exit.