(as told by Merric the Sly)
So after the skirmish in the cave me crew takes the sicko Gordi back to our benifactor Benwick. Once we gets em back Benwick is pretty pleased. We gets a nice meal outta the deal and a little rest in the fine establishment known as the Stumbling Giant. A band is playing in back our food is there too, and Benwick comes to us with a tray of ale. He lets us know that Gordi will be fine thanks to us, and that our next step agains Ronnick is to meet up with a spy named Sal who would point us in the right step. He leaves and we discuss our options, when the Dwarf perks up and say that someone is takin an intrest in our party. So I stands up on the table and yell out who is eavsdroppin on us? Wouldn’t you know, one of me own stands up and makes a quick line towards the door. Our man Caius sends out a magic missile towards the traitor but damn our luck (and insane good looks), it missess and he runs to the street. The mage Berrian, the knight Quinn and I begin the chase.
Of course we run ourselves in to an ambush, the little bugger has got friends. I give a yell to Caius and the Dwarf Rum Tum to get out out here, but nothin doing. The halfling shouts out that I’m a traitor and that I will die first. He chucks a dagger at me but the luck of the little people is with me and I barely dodge. Instead I get wacked in the head by one of his underlings. I slips out of the way and make an attack against a different goon. The mage disapears and ends up on the roof of the house beside him. He starts launching missiles at the goons while the knight takes care of them on the ground.
I get whacked again ands suddenly I begin to spin. The last thing I remember is feeling a sharp pain in me side. As I see the halfling laughing and saying something that I don’t hear everything goes black.
I wake up in a haze of soft blue light, thanks to the Dwarf. I roll onto me feet and launch a dagger at the halfling.. .you know, just to let em know that I’m still standin. Next thing I see is hand of fire engulf 2 of the brigands and the halfling. The halfling falls to his knees and the rest of his crew runs off to the streets. Out of nowhere a lass appears of of the shadows and delcares herself to be Sal. After a little interigation she slits the halfling’s throat. She tells us that Ronnick was last seen at the bank and hasn’t been out since. Our time to strike is now.
Seems alright by me. Sides, there is nowhere I’d rather be than rootin through the coffers of a bank!
