After Lonett's attack was denied so nonchalantly by Krusk, she watched in horror as Divna fell stricken to the ground yet again. The ranger made a move to approach the Orc leader, now completely enraged, just as a chain lightning was let loose by one of her companions and the orcs revealed their cowardice and turned tail and ran. [i]Oh, no, you don't![/i] Lonett thought and sought to foil Krusk’s plan as she recognized his attempt to teleport out via a scroll he produced from a satchel on his side. However her reaction was off by seconds and the pompous pretender fled with no reparations to be made for the havoc that he wroth with his empty demands and desires.

	Lonett rushed to her fallen companion just as the elder Kethan was once again one step ahead of her, healing her mighty friend and bringing her back from the brink. "Your precious aid is yet again most appreciated, Master Kethan!" The ranger uttered with a slight catch in her voice, her words muffled by her war mask. She dropped to her knees, depositing shield and javelin on the ground, and wove her arms around Divna's neck. "Silly beast!" She murmured mock angrily. "Don't do that ever again!" Lonett chastised. She then stood up letting the owlbear do the same and laid a hand on her beak. "You are a mighty beast! I know. But these are not the enemies we two alone would normally encounter. Please, promise me you'll be more careful. Less impulsive." Lonett peered into Divna's eyes pleading, but at the same time not. 

	The hulking beast screeched and squawked indignantly for a moment or two, but then acquiesced with a far too perky for her current condition peck on her human's head. "Ow!" The ranger grumbled, but accepted the lovable gesture. "Sit and rest a while." Lonett directed. "I have some business to take care of." She continued as she started to survey the battlefield in search of a nice, unspoiled puddle of orc blood. A sample of the orcs' blood would help the team with a possible Orc Hunt later on. Should they survive this mission they were about to embark on. [i]I will survive![/i] Lonett promised herself vehemently. [i]If only to teach that pompous Orc a lesson or two about humility and priorities![/i] When the ranger found a spot on the ground that carried what she was almost positive was an uncorrupted sample of orcish blood, she gathered an ounce or two in a vile and stashed it into her bag of holding.

	She stood up and looked about the ground in search of anything else that might have been left there by the interlopers. Finding nothing however she surveyed the courtyard and pinpointing the slight form of the gnome artificer perched up on a stone arch, she simply walked up the wall until she joined Scrapmouse. Sitting herself near the gnome she gazed down at Divna resting on the ground, observing the movements of the humans around her. "I almost lost her today." Lonett muttered in a pained voice. "And this mission we're about to undertake is going to be even more dangerous than this silly fight with a petulant, megalomaniac Orc." Lonett looked at Scrapmouse. "I wonder if I could interest you in a cooperative crafts and arts project. Something that would allow Divna to be more effective in combat against more durable and resilient foes. Please, think about it. I would certainly appreciate the help. I know my way around weapon crafting. But when it comes to imbuing them with magic... Well, I'm afraid I'm a rank amateur." At that Lonett stood and once again walked down the wall as if it was nothing.

	Her feet on solid ground once again, the ranger looked about to see if the Duke was anywhere near as she had a boon for him for the hospitality that he and his sister had extended to her and the other heroes in the party. Yet, oddly enough, the Duke was nowhere to be found. [i]Strange![/i] Lonett thought, approaching the former Duchess instead.

	"Lady Ada." She began uneasily, lowering her mask. "I... I m-made something for you and your brother..." Lonett reached in her bag of holding once again. This time to withdraw the carving she'd produced last night before going to bed. She offered it to Ada almost timidly. "I-it's a small token of my gratitude f-for your hospitality." Lonett looked away, feeling immensely uncomfortable with the situation she'd put herself into. Why again had she decided to carve this as a gift to the Twin Dukes knowing all too well she would have to present it to one of them as a gift? Divna produced a quiet hooting sound that Lonett knew perfectly well was equivalent to laughter. [i]Yeah, yeah, laugh at me why don't you![/i] She commiserated. [i]Well, at least I get to give it to the sister, rather than the brother.[/i] Lonett thought and immediately went crimson, looking even more uncomfortable if at all possible.

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[hider=Mechanics]Survival Orc Blood retrieval = (19)+9 = 28
Woodcarving check for Mavros house sigil carving = (20)+3+6 = 29[/hider]