Still waiting on the porch keeping a keen eye out, Onnello hopes the others will be able to convince the alchemist to come along quickly.
Gattlebee steps into view, looking a bit bewildered, before he gasps in mock surprise. "You're the group Dunsmith sent to escort me, right? Well, you managed to make it through the traps alright, besides one," he says as he steps on a floorboard as wooden bullets shoot out in the gulf between the lot of you, and him, causing the trap to be disarmed.
You notice that he carries with him a cage containing a chameleon... albeit one with six legs, presumably mutated a tad by the Mana Wastes radiation, but not enough to result in the more... infamous mutations that causes creatures, beasts, and animals to wreck havoc.
"Alright. Any more questions to ask before we head out? I might need to stop by the All Yeast Brewery a bit before we get to our actual destination, though."
"We are the group sent to escort you. Do you have anything on you that might be....dangerous...in the wrong circumstances?" Thraag asks while trying not to say Dunsmith's name outloud.
"Besides being an alchemist and being able to make bombs out of nearly anything," he says with a chuckle, "no."
Hearing the others make contact with Gattlebee, Onnello steps in the doorway. Looking at the little Alchemist, he nods, "We were told you would want to go to the Brewery and have planned for that." He gestures towards the house, "Do you have a back door or are we exiting the way we came?"
"Wear this hat as well, it will hide what you look like. The lizard might be a problem. Can we put a cloth over the cage?" Thraag says as he offers the Hat of Disguise.
Gattlebee dons the hat, turning into a clean-shaven male dwarf as bits of his height leave him. "Arright," he says in an unfamiliar-to-him voice with the hat masking his true identity, "Just lemme reset the traps and get Slick. Ah bolts, where’d that lizard go? Slick!"
The sounds of breaking glass and shattering woodprecede a calamitous sight: Gattlebee’s six-legged chameleon suddenly growing first to the size of a cat, then a dog, then a horse, all in a matter of moments. The chameleon, as startled as anyone, smashes through the table in the middle of the lab and clambers about, spilling papers and alchemical equipment everywhere. Gattlebee pinches the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Ah, bolts. Slick’s gotten into the growth serum again. You see the shrink potion anywhere? Never mind; what am I asking you for? Just take care of this. I gotta get my coat from the other room, anyway. Try not to kill 'im."
Narl takes a quick glance around at the aforementioned shrink potion...
...but not seeing it, sighs and tries to wrestle the enlarged lizard.
Erryll hadn't exactly announced that he was detecting for magic, and wasn't exactly planning to take anything without asking either, but when the Duke of Demolition said there was a missing potion, well, Erryll was all over that.
Erryll manages to find the shrinking potion among the assorted alchemical and magical potions and elixirs dotting the table. Meanwhile, explosions are heard as Slick knocks things off of tables, causing an explosion that misses all of you as volatile agents intermix.
After the lizard is slightly startled, it sticks out its tongue at Thraag, causing the Occultist to be stuck to the lizard's tongue!
Hearing the noise inside the house, Onnello leans in from the porch calling out "You all ok?"
Thraag calls out at Onello, "Get in here and help shrink this blasted lizard before it eats me!"
Thraag grabs at the tongue as he speaks!
Flinching at the repeated small explosions, Narl redoubles his efforts to grab the giant lizard.
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In searching through the rooms, you find enough reagents, alchemical and magical, to fill a crate or two, but whatever amount you all could carry is pretty much worth nothing except a few copper, so it's not really worth it. In addition, you find a potion of Reduce Person as well, labeled as "Shrinking Potion," but nothing else of note.
Smiling as he shakes his head, Onnello calls back to Thraag, "Only way I'm helping with a lizard is if I get to shoot it."
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Erryll manages to shove the potion onto the tongue of the creature, causing it to gradually shrink as Gattlebee goes into the room to personally find it himself, as he's already prepared. "Oh, seems you already have it. Should we head out then," he says as he walks towards the door, barely waiting for all of you.
Seeing Gattlebee ready to exit the building, Onnello gestures towards the gate, "Let's get out of here."
Narl finds the the lizard much easier to grapple once it's been returned to its original size. Holding it by the tail, he wordlessly hands it Gattleebee as the alchemist walks past.
Shaking his head in bewilderment at the others, he heads out to direct Gattleebee into the wagon he's procured.
Seeing Gattlebee ready to exit the building, Onnello gestures towards the gate, "Let's get out of here."
"genius idea! let's!"
"Alright," Gattlebee says as he picks up and pets his mischevious now-normal-sized pet chameleon as it changes colors to match his shirt, somewhat concealing itself as if it heard the talk of shooting it. "Now that slick's all normal sized again, let's head out." Once you do head out, you're pretty much the talk of every street you head on, and some people start asking Gattlebee questions about pyronite, which he politely refuses to answer -- giving vague excuses about not wanting everyone to have access to such a powerful weapon.
You finally, after a while of walking, arrive at Bottleneck Bridge, which your successful preparations have determined there would likely be an ambush here... which admittedly you still kind of run into one regardless. A wide stone bridge connects the two shores of a rushing river. Carts and carriages frequent the center of the bridge while pedestrians stay toward the edges. The calls of vendors hawking their wares echo on the stonework as the merchants eagerly entice passersby to their wooden stalls. The twenty-foot-wide bridge runs forty-five feet, north to south. There are three fishmongers trying to sell their wares to some street vendors that look at you... suspiciously, but then they take out ornately decorated weapons and pounce (metaphorically) on you once they see Gattlebee -- two seeming alchemists armed with pistols and vials, and one gunner armed with only a non-ornate pistol.
"That's them! Those are the guys that are protecting Gattlebee! Get 'em for the boss!"
You did expect something might go down here thanks to your preparation in advance (no surprise round), so it doesn't really take you by surprise when a single shot is fired, at Told specifically, by the non-alchemist of the bunch.
As the Gun Smuggler shoots, you hear a bombadier screeching at her to stop. "They're supposed to be disguised! How in Brigh's name do you expect us to get away with murdering some random passerbies because they're the right number of people! Think, idiot, think!"
At this point you see the two alchemist lower their weapons, but the gunslinger still has her weapon raised. "I just have a gut feeling, okay! Something tells me this is them!"
Everything happening quickly, Onnello begins to move as the three 'fishmongers' 'throw down.' As the shot rings out, he realizes Told is wounded. Moving quickly as the 'bushwhackers' rant at each other. Stepping towards the 'gunner' he draws the revolver from his hip. "You two can leave." Pointing the sandalwood handled revolver at the shooters head "You shot my friend." pulling the trigger.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL "Something tells me "this is them" hehehehehe, and what? You must be the brains of the operation? What a piece of trash. Imagine how a good hit might have worked out? Imagine if you could actually sling that gods fracking gun. What a dirtbag. AND your shot was worthless."
"I'll tell you a secret though, it's a good secret too. I know a spell. A spell we call Nassik Cheen in the Underdark ... here, we'd probably call it Unerring Weapon. I can cast it on myself, but what would be the point of that, right!? Yeah no. I would cast it on one of my friends, they're angrier than I am. So if another bulet is fired, you will be dead, on the ground, and all you will have left is my laughter in your ears and my spit running down your face as you bleed out in the street. Yes ... I would stay to watch."
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Narl had his sword drawn even before Onnello fired his shot, but he holds his charge until he sees how the gunmen respond to Erryll's threat. To back the threat up, Narl growls something about being happy to try out the witch's magical Underdark weapon.
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Thraag tries to look threatening as he shakes his spiked chain to show they are armed.