NPC - Sheriff Hemlock's page

"That does sum up most of it."

"Lonjiku's dead. The sheriff interupts Sabyl with the shocking news. "He was found last night at the bottom of a cliff. Ameiko is the only living family member so she inherits everything, including the glassworks."

"We may be getting ahead of ourselves. We don't even know if Ameiko will give us access to the Glassworks. I mean under normal circumstances-" Belor leaves the comment hanging awkwardly when he meets confused looks from a number of the listeners in the room.

Through much of this discussion the sheriff seems slightly distracted as though worrying at an idea. "No. Bodert summed up a serious problem with that. The blast from the old light was like a beacon and I'm concerned of what sort of attention we might have garnered. I want to make sure my men are ready to deal with...I don't even know. Someone else will have to explore those ruins."

"Pardon me if this question seems silly but what use is a weapon that shoots straight into the sky and rains such damage around it's base. Just what up there was it shooting at?"

The sheriff exchanges looks with everyone and with the newly arrived guard. "Okay let's meet tomorrow at town hall we'll talk to the Mayor...I'd also like it if the rest of you would show up as well."

Belor waits for a moment before turning his attention to this other guard and the pair walk away. Belor asks in a hushed tone "Who was it?"

"Brodert, You're the expert on this thing." Hemlock motions at the towering Old Light. "What in Desna's name happened? Good people, including yourself, almost died. One or two might yet. What I mean to say is: Can we expect something like this again?"

The Sheriff looks at the young men who followed him over wonder in his eyes. "You heard him. Go find a ladder." the sheriff pauses as though considering something else, "Send down several buckets of water and some shovels, we'll clear some of this flagstone."

The sheriff listens to your words and looks back at the wreckage. His shoulders slump and he heaves a sigh of frustration. Pinching his nose Sheriff Hemlock shakes his head. "Such a waste."

Nornan and Hemlock look up as Blake Deverin runs up to join them near the wreckage of Brodert's home.

When he makes brief eye contact with Blake the sheriff says to himself"At least I won't have to tell the mayor another Deverin died in a fire."

"Nornan!" Relief seems to fill Belor's deep voice when he see's you then as he sees that you are alone his gaze turns back to the wreckage and concern edges it's way back in. "Where are the others?"

There was a scattering of applause and cheers when the heavier rain began, but then there was the cracking sound of the Sage's house collapsing. The same structure where a few brave citizens tried to perform a search and rescue.

Hemlock stares for a moment in horror at the wreckage, I should have never let them in there he thinks.

"You two, with me!" The sheriff barks and the three quickly head towards the wreckage in a vain hope that someone might still be alive.

Sheriff Hemlock hurries towards Nornan with two of his men in tow, the one in his night clothes and one in studded leather armor. The two soldiers are carrying a litter. Hemlock helps Nornan move Volio to the litter and the two soldiers depart with respectful nods towards Nornan.

"That was very brave." Belor claps the big Shoanti on the shoulder, "Thank you Nornan."

With that the sheriff walks away and smiles at Blake likely aware what it cost the young man to just be standing here but graciously makes no comment. As he steps back into the street Sheriff Hemlock resumes giving orders to the crews trying to contain the blaze.

The Sheriff catches sight of Nornan approaching then behind him the others when he sees Lysa and Brinda his dour countenance seems to brighten slightly. "Thank the gods. Trully,"he sighs. before jogging towards the rest of you, passing Nornan with a respectful nod. "Clerics! Please! We've got men down who could use healing" he motions back away towards the backside of the garrison building where a small handful of men are tending to several more who are lying on the ground or sitting up against the stone wall watching the blazes."A few are my men, a couple more are townsfolk we managed to rescue."

*Edit* The Sheriff has obviously missed the distinction between a Cleric of Desna and a priestess of Desna.

Belor Hemlock hollers orders at a crew of militia men with buckets but his words are almost completely drowned out by the thundering energy and the roar of flames as he throws his bucket ineffectually into the inferno that was the locksmith's shop.