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Of the mentioned significant items there were one scimitar and one shortsword wielded by the attackers, the next most interesting thing would probably be the ornate tinderbox the other one was carrying. Assuming he nabbed it with him, Orchid has not yet had the moment to examine it more closely.

Otherwise, pretty much nothing. They are wearing some armour, but given you all already have matching or better [b]without[/b] holes and the trouble it would be to... procure them, they are left behind.
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It took some time before any response was given from the other side of the old sewer tunnel door. Some of the civilians were already getting nervous which had Mr. Lake and Father Falconmoon trying to calm them down, all the while the old druid and the younger priestess had their hushed discussion. The aforementioned discussion had not yet completely reached it's end point as the locks on the door gave their clicking response and the wooden barrier slowly crept away from it's closed position. It seemed as if the people inside were not willing to open it fully by themselves for some reason. But given the locks were out of the way, the door was no obstacle any longer.

Having already seen the methods employed by the "guards" of this door, the people originally sent on this rescue mission could probably tell what it was. The small group resorted to stealth, thus they probably wanted to maintain the element of surprise in case an enemy had made it this far. As soon as the unmistakable figure of the paladin pulled the door further open and stood visible in the doorway, those nearby could hear a snapping of fingers, the sheathing of a blade and see as someone in dark clothes and a mask walked into the meagre light, gesturing the group to head inside. The two of his friends refused to show for one reason or another, but there was no reason not to believe they were there somewhere.

As the rescued denizens of the town of Greenest began pouring inside, Torus and Kyra had plenty of time to finish their discussion, gathering some curious looks from passersby, especially from father Falconmoon who had this strange feeling of something being... off with the older man. Deciding not to make a big fuss out of it now, the old priest made a mental note to have a chat with the man at some point during this night. For now, he made sure his flock made it in.

Back in the keep, not much had changed in their absence. A familiar face was admitting citizens into the keep, that being sergeant Longwater. He tried to catch the attention of the rescue party with a wave and did his best to gesture them to stay around, but the group of people around him made this somewhat difficult to see. To those that did notice and take heed of the suggestion, he shared the following news: "[color=lightgray]The governor thanks you for all your work. Did you happen to catch any attackers on the way? ...no? Well as the big man himself said it, while that sure would've been nice, what you've already done is more than we could've ever hoped for. Rest well for the rest of the night... given they don't seem to be even preparing for a breach, there should be little trouble to be anticipated.[/color]"

But in the end, the night held yet one more surprise, one that came by mere hour or two before he morning sun shone on the Greenest in flames...

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There will be several hours of downtime before the next encounter, use it as you will. Tell me once you are ready and willing to progress. [@Norschtalen][@Gordian Nought][@Lucius Cypher][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Ryonara]
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