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Hircus passes Moire with a nod and heads toward the door while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. Hircus feels the full weight of his vow to Torm as he walks among the dead. One hand squeezing tight on his hammer and the other wiping the sweat from his brow. Before he opens the door...

Hircus bends and Pat's down the bloodied bodies on the floor. Beginning with the chambermaid, he turns out her pockets onto the floor. Using the found dirty rag he places the the key and doll he finds into his pack. With a quick swivel to the serving maid he does another thorough search and...

Hircus nods and follows Moore's lead, but slows his step when seeing the stairs ahead, "Maybe I should stay toward the end of the line and... keep an eye out for anyone who might follow." The big cleric, now more conscious of his size, steps to the side and allows the others to pass first. Once...

"Nothing, no one out in the courtyard. I guess I didn't expect to see anyone. It would be nice to know where our hosts are at the moment." Hircus nods while listening to Moire's musing on the mirrors, "I don't get the impression that this room is used much at all, and why would they needs so...

"Well, then I will lead the way." With a few words to his patron Torm the cleric's hammer lights in his hand. Hircus nods to Moire then moves through the opening into the dusty room. He makes his way across the room to the arrow slits and peers outside into the courtyard. Then turns to watch for...

Hircus, having been silently assessing their situation from his dining chair, stands and faces the others and nervously clears his throat. "This may not be a popular idea, but I suggest we take this woman's suggestion and explore a little while our hosts are away." Hircus moves toward the...

Bell watches silently as the others quietly discuss, then descend down the hole. The wagon master kenku offers assistance where he can by granting the use of his rope. The last one to climb down the hole, Bell unties his rope from a tree and follows the others. Once again plunging into the...

Bell acknowledges Aseir's request and gladly moves forward to take out the filthy goblin. Approaching slowly, the kenku feels he has the upper hand when another goblin with a flagon tied around it's neck lets loose an arrow from the bushes nearby. The arrow misses Bell, so the rogue continues...

"I do not fear Barovian fishermen. Nor those that puppet them." Hircus relaxes his posture as the situation diffuses in front of him. Ludmilla's comment draws the cleric's attention, "As a cleric of Torm, I am sworn to..." Hircus takes in the room, his friends and remembers their situation and...

The sound of approaching footsteps draws Hircus out into the hall. Watching the trio of Syvis, Fianna and the dusk elf approach the cleric's back straightens and draws a quick breath at the sound that accompanies the group. His eyes fix on the unfamiliar dusk elf and he concentrates on the...

Hircus wants to drop the pear immediately, but restrains his impulse and gently replaces the partially bruised fruit back on the table. He then wipes his hand down the side of his pants to clean away any remnant of the expiring fruit. His attention returns to the Lady as she finishes her...

Bell remains quiet and watches the group from the back. They are in no condition to start anything with these travelers, so it's best to hold his tongue until they are gone.

Hircus rounds the corner into the chamber where the organ music is coming from with a sideways glance toward the armor on display. Just for a second, the big man thought it was a knight skulking in the shadows to trap them in this place. Who could blame him? This castle greeting is like none he...

Hircus finishes his murmured blessing with a touch to his forehead, Moire's shoulder and Syvis' arm. "This place..." He begins, but his sentence is drowned out by the blasting of the pipe organ. Moire's gesture toward the music is acknowledged by a nod from the big cleric. He takes a deep...

Bell sits quietly in the shadows as the others deliberate about how to handle the approaching bandits. The rogue knows what he will do. He draws and nocks an arrow. "Bandits... not regimented. Surely some powerful... surprise. How do we... have the element of surprise?" Bell looks around for...