The Guildmaster's hard-boiled leather breastplate had saved him from an almost certain grisly demise, but one stray bolt had slipped through his shoulder guard and into his limb. He let out a savage howl of pain. Immediately, a cloak holding a satchel smelling of herbs and strange concoctions ran over to his side, but the Guildmaster forcibly pushed him away. "I AM NOT TO BE CODDLED!" bellowed he in an almost savage fashion, as he quickly pulled out the bolt from his shoulder. "Put that fire out!" Two more cloaks grabbed a bucket each as they quickly ended the flame. Suddenly, the Guildmaster saw four cloaks with crossbows attempt to pursue the girl, but he raised a hasty hand. "Don't catch her. Just... observe her." He turned to Adrian, who was already on his feet. "As punishment for your misdeeds, you will -DISCREETLY- monitor the girl's actions for a full twelve hours. Six hour rest. Then again. Repeat until the next moon. Take some of these buffoons with you." 
Adrian subtly nodded and led several cloaks out of the warehouse, into the dark night.