On the roof of the tower, the wounded governor and his bodyguards waited. While people were still on their way, Nighthill kept his eyes on his town, taking in all the tactical information he could. Once all of the summoned had been gathered, the guard on governor's right side tapped the man's shoulder, prompting him to turn around. The governor did just so and took a few steps towards the group of adventurers. No matter his injuries, he still stood up straight and as he spoke, his voice did not even hint towards any pain.

"[color=lightblue]With the dragon gone, I expected the raiders to leave. But they are still going strong, which can only mean their commander was not the giant in the skies. And I believe I've seen the one they truly follow.[/color]" Once that was said, Nighthill used his good hand to suggest the adventurers to follow as he approached the edge of the tower. "[color=lightblue]Can you see that person? That one with the purple robe and a dozen men guarding them? I think that's the real mastermind of the operation. I'd give anything to know what we're up against, and why. But for that, we need prisoners. Aiming for such a well guarded target would not be wise though. A commander, even a low ranking one would be for the best though.[/color]"

The governor then walked back from the edge and and continued: "[color=lightblue]But while that is a nice tactical bonus if you can manage it, it is not exactly why I called you here. All guard officials have confirmed a fear of mine: There is no trace of Falconmoon anywhere to be seen. He is a priest of the temple of Chauntea here in Greenest, and I am afraid he has had to barricade himself and some of the people into the temple. And their walls are not as sturdy as ours.[/color]" He kept a short pause and glanced at Kyra, who he knew knew the temple well.

While he let the adventurers think about his words for a moment, he soon continued: "[color=lightblue]We have found a safe way outside. Well, as safe as they come anyway. An old tunnel beneath the keep has been thoroughly secured for passage into the streambed. You should ask Escobert for details.[/color]" With that, Governor Nighthill seemed to be done with his monologue, as he and his guard moved to the other side of the tower's roof and the man laid his sight onto the dragon-devastated battlements. Even up here, the smell of burnt flesh and a familiar tingly feeling like one that preceded a thunderstorm could be felt. Hopefully that terrible beast would not be returning.

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