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Having let the others take the lead with talking to Milivoj until he broke down into tears, at which point she'd tried her best to comfort him, Arinthia walked alongside the others towards the coffin maker's shop. Her tail lashed around inside her boot in agitation. Arinthia was annoyed but doing her best not to let that annoyance show to the others.
'Strahd - is there no depth to which you will not sink?' thought Arinthia, 'Using children to doom a town? It's a good job we were around to stop that slaughter.'
Knocking on the door, Arinthia didn't hear anyone inside. Trying the handle even though her left hand was already heading for her bag where her snake pick and torsion wrench were handy, Arinthia found the door unlocked. With a look to her friends, Arinthia instead pushed the door open though she remained outside with her friends.
With Beldar rushing forward to cut Henrik down, Arinthia walked in and stood underneath Henrik ready to gently lower the deceased man to the ground once the noose was cut. Gently lowering the man to the floor out of respect, Arinthia noticed a few scratch marks around the neck. 'Looks like he had second thoughts after he'd tipped the chair out.' thought Arinthia sadly.
Spying the note on the floor, Arinthia glanced over it, passing it along once she was done. "Dirt filled crates in the basement," said Arinthia, trying to put out of mind that Strahd had turned adventurers - people she aspired to be like. "Should we - try and find one of his coffins? You know, give him some dignity in death?" asked Arinthia, trying to keep out of mind what could happen to them if they failed to deal with Strahd.
'Strahd - is there no depth to which you will not sink?' thought Arinthia, 'Using children to doom a town? It's a good job we were around to stop that slaughter.'
Knocking on the door, Arinthia didn't hear anyone inside. Trying the handle even though her left hand was already heading for her bag where her snake pick and torsion wrench were handy, Arinthia found the door unlocked. With a look to her friends, Arinthia instead pushed the door open though she remained outside with her friends.
With Beldar rushing forward to cut Henrik down, Arinthia walked in and stood underneath Henrik ready to gently lower the deceased man to the ground once the noose was cut. Gently lowering the man to the floor out of respect, Arinthia noticed a few scratch marks around the neck. 'Looks like he had second thoughts after he'd tipped the chair out.' thought Arinthia sadly.
Spying the note on the floor, Arinthia glanced over it, passing it along once she was done. "Dirt filled crates in the basement," said Arinthia, trying to put out of mind that Strahd had turned adventurers - people she aspired to be like. "Should we - try and find one of his coffins? You know, give him some dignity in death?" asked Arinthia, trying to keep out of mind what could happen to them if they failed to deal with Strahd.