Gander watches the attack with a look of distaste on his face. "Really? You're going to slaughter the hairy-men? Very well."
He chooses the baboon that's not wrestling with Romo and flings a sling bullet at it. His heart isn't quite in it, however.
"Wrestling with the hairy-men. Where are the bloody gnolls? Now that's a battle worth fighting." He mutters under his breath as he prepares another throw.
Romo slashes at the incoming baboon.
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"These are not hairy men. They are filthy beasts that deserve a swift death!"
"These are not hairy men. They are filthy beasts that deserve a swift death!"
"Hairy men, filthy beasts...is there a difference?" Gander remarks dryly as he flings another stone.
Gander watches the baboons fleeing for a second and then shrugs, drops another bullet into place and flings it with a smooth, practiced motion.
"And don't any of you come back here!" he calls.
"mmmm... adequate. Now let's look at the other corners. Maybe there's still a bit more to this place than meets the eye."
Gander heads into the room where the baboons had been. Since they'd gone through the trouble of killing a bunch of the hairy men, he figured they might as well give it a good search.
Hale's nose twists in disgust, "Let's move on..."
Khismia looks at the chipped glass mosaic, imagining how the picture must have looked like before. She quietly follows Hale to the next room
Hale is keen to examine the contents of the ruined library - but if she realizes that there is nothing salvageable and instead things disintegrate under her hand, then she'll ignore it and push forward to the closest unexplored spot .
Hale pages through the tome, trying to see if she can follow the writing at all - and trying to discern how this book managed to survive where the others have failed the test of time.
Glad to see the statue semi-intact and with no danger in sight for the time being, Khismia makes a quiet prayer at the foot of the statue while Hale looks through the books.
Once she is done she heads over to Hale in the library and sees if she managed to find a readable book, “What do you have there, Hale? Is it a prayer book?” Being curious, Khismia tilts her head and tries to see the title as Hale reads.
"Not much time for reading," Gander says gruffly. "Something's trying to cook breakfast up ahead. It doesn't quite smell like roasted human, but it could be that they're working on the garnish."
With his slingstaff in hand, Gander moves forward toward the scent of boiled cabbage, nostrils flaring with distaste.
Gander picks up the bread and returns to the others.
"More pugwampis," he says softly. "It seems that they're cooking dinner for the hairy men. Wouldn't you prefer to spill their blood now? The idiots don't seem to know we're here."
He allows the others to lead the way into battle, not considering the pugwampis to be a particularly worthy foe.
Hale pretends to not notice Khismia, turning her back and making the book unreachable to her eyes and hands - but eventually stops, grinning, "I'm just messing with you, I don't really understand much - bound to be something that you have a better use for, here take it Khismia."
Oh, and your bit of bread is mouldy, Gander!
Gander continues to wait for someone else to lead the way.
"More of those pests? Bloody great. They give me the creeps with their superstition inducing madness," Hale moves forward, then waves for Romo and Gander to follow closely.
Hale grins a little sickly, almost as if she's about to enjoy herself too much. "These buggers are about to get really unlucky." Daggers to hand she rushes in to the nearest critter, slicing his guts before the flat-footed bugger can even pull up a spoon in defense.
As Hale rushes in to attack the pugwumpis, Gander lets the bread fall from his hand and slings his staff forward, firing a bullet through the air at one of the other creatures.
Initiative:
Romo sticks to Hale and slices at the first threat he sees.
Attack
Damage
Romo lashes out at the final pugwampi,
"MEET YOUR DOOM!"
Attack:
Damage:
Hale nods her head at Romo's violent antics. Unrefined, but admirable.
Hale makes a cursory inspection of the kitchen area, seeing if there is anything odd or out-of-place that the pugwampi or somebody else left.
Gander grabs the dropped piece of moldy bread, carries it into the kitchen and crams it into one of the dead pugwampis' mouth. "There you go, you little bastard. Eat heartily in hell."
Khismia gives Gander an ugly look as she pities the dead pugwampi and its further humiliation.
Being curious what the pugwampi’s cooking skills are like Khismia looks into the pot of soup
"kshh - not a damn good thing among them. Let's check out the last bit - there can't be much left to these rui--" Hale stops herself with a sheepish look at Khismia, "this place."
Hale attempts to push open the door, failing that she motions over Romo her grin slightly overt: "Come and do your manly duties."
Hale attempts to push open the door, finding it offers little resistance the room beyond is exposed.
Romo motions with his head to the east, "Let's check out that place."
He waits for anyone who wishes to follow, then walks in through the archway in to the room.
Perception
"Hey! Stairs? Where do these lead? Khismia? Do temples of Sarenrae typically have a cellar?"
Gander follows after Romo, slingstaff ever ready in his hands.
"Hale, will you stick close to me? It's pretty dark down there and since you have the torch...
Romo (and Gander) lead the way down the stairs.