"[color=f26522]Describe her?  Why, you can see for yourself- that's the villain right before your eyes!  One of you heroic folk seize her![/color]"  Declares the good captain, ripping sword from scabbard and pointing at the doorway of the inn, where a woman has emerged to examine the fresh corpse.  Wearing a set of brown monk's robes, the face you can see within the drawn hood is that of a Chondathan human.  In one hand she carries a loaded crossbow, while a small winged serpent coils around the other arm.

"[color=a187be]Drop the theatrics, you thick-headed ass.  The townsfolk all jumped ship when the giants attacked, this lot are all just a bunch of vagabonds that showed up later looking for plunder.[/color]"  She says, ignoring the exaggerated gesticulating Alassandar had been doing while she glances over the rest of his party as if making a quick head count. "[color=a187be]And most of them are in pretty rough shape as best I can tell from what I saw of their scuffle with the goblins earlier.[/color]"

"[color=f26522]Ah.  Well.  If that's the case.[/color]"  He responds, seeming almost disappointed to have to end his charade so soon.  With a sharp gesture from his left hand, the rasping sound of six more swords being drawn can be heard.  "[color=f26522]I hereby claim this town in the name of the Zhentarim.  Any objections?[/color]"