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>>/3703/ >>/3699/ From the plaza you can clearly see the clock on the bell tower of the Temple of Tyr. It shows 3:55 as you note the guards finishing up with the Driver. After a rather tense interview, the gate guards seem satisfied with the excuses, platitudes, and assurances the driver had to offer. He was a tradesman after all, those type are usually very good at negotiations. The driver offers thanks and squeezes some juice of healroot into the gaping unconscious mouth of the rothé, causing it to stir. It stumbles to its feet and he immediately uses animal handling without proficiency with advantage. Only natural 1 would cause the rothé to become enraged again in his exhausted and injured state. [1d20+0=2, 1d20+0=16] He successfully brings the rothé into line and leads it back to the cart. "And get that cart out if here before the next toll, the gate's backed up and we don't want you clogging up the road. You're free to unload it but visit the Hall of Justice for reparations no later than tomorrow morning," the guard said sternly. The driver offers the officers a tip of his hat and continues toward his cart. One of the Gate Guards (the one you spoke to on the way in) and the North Guard (badge number 157) head your way and are joined unexpectedly by another gentleman of high stature. "What's going on here?" Said the very tall man carrying a Giant's Super Heavy Mace in fine leather armor. Certainly a fighter or barbarian of some kind with strength to rival a Hill Giant to wield that mace. "We don't need your help Brutus, the party's over," said the North Guard. He answered in a booming and overly dramatic, seemingly mocking tone, "Aww damn, thought there'd still at least be something left for me, I heard there were undead monsters and someone died. Was it one of yours?" The North Guard rolled his eyes, "check your sources more thoroughly, that's all here say and wrong I might add. I was here and aside from some sewer rats and a few strange wasps, there weren't any of the undead sort. Also, the unaffiliated wizard in question survived thanks to the valiant efforts of our team and quick thinking!" He's right there getting aid from the temple cleric now if you want to go nose in on his doings." The guard took his razing in stride, he obviously knew this gentleman and looked up to him, it wasn't in a rivalrous tone, it was in a tone of pride and an attempt to impress the big man and playfully banter with him. "Hmm." Brutus said and continued walking with the guards toward the statue where all the new faces were. [As he approached, the most remarkable thing was his tag, it was an adventurer's tag and had an unmistakably orange sheen, and not the copper sort of orange sheen, he was an orichalcum class S adventurer. A legendary being of godly status by the guild's own standards. It is said that such a warrior would be capable of single handedly challenging a dragon and live to tell the tale, and he was headed your way with them.] Cat, Yulya and Ashley were patiently waiting as the good samaritans they were. "Well well well, what an assortment of beauties we have here. It's a sight for these old sore eyes," Brutus said with a voice that boomed larger than life. His smile revealed missing teeth and his wrinkles followed scars all across his leathery face. "I said we can handle this Brutus," the North Guard said, "and sorry for the wait ladies, we just need to record your statements and answer a few questions." "You two figure this out, I got to get back to the gate anyway," the gate guard said and eyed Ashley suspiciously as he passed. He leaned into Yulya and whispered, "Trouble, just as I said." He pointed to his helmet in a knowing way and nodded. Brutus shot both guards a look and continued, "What's up ladies? I heard there was a ruckus."