Faeril woke up to the crashing with a start and was immediately on his feet, long knife out and pointed towards the door. He'd made sure to keep his knife under his pillow and his crossbow nearby, paranoid from killing the boy. He'd done his business in the marketplace as quickly as possible, selling the basic crossbow he had had and turning the coins from that into clothing that wasn't filthy, a sturdy pair of boots, and a sturdy cloak. All of those things would be needed for if they went back out into the wilderness, and even if they didn't it was better to have clothes that didn't look like something a bandit would wear. Throughout all of the transactions, Reyvadin's included, he found himself looking over his shoulder. He kept expecting guards, thugs, or something else to show up looking for the boy. Or, worse, looking for whomeer had killed him. He wasted no time leading the way back to the [i]Ubrico Soldati[/i] at a rapid pace. 

Faeril couldn't shake the feeling that there was something else going on with the job. It looked like a simple job on the surface, but something about it made him nervous. He'd learned to trust his instincts long ago. So he made sure that he had a weapon that he could use immediately and that his crossbow was on hand, just in case something followed him back to the inn and wanted to seek revenge or justice or whatever for killing the boy. That was the first thought that went through his head as he followed Raddek through the door, similarly dressed in only his trousers. That he had been followed and the assassins had mistaken which room he was sleeping in. 

The monster that he saw, being pummeled by both Beren and Raddek, was certainly not what he had been expecting. At seeing the grotesque thing, Faeril felt his bile rising and forced it down with some effort. Prayers to Morimando and Hildegur ran through his head, for surely it was a corrupted spirit that needed to be laid to rest. Shaking himself out of his disgust and his stupor, Faeril looked at the cramped quarters with the two humans fighting the monster, and then at his knife. He wouldn't do anything but get in the way at this point. "Raddek! Stab the fucking thing!" He yelled at the human, tossing the knife to him as soon as Raddek was paying attention. He ran back into their room and grabbed the crossbow and a quiver of bolts. He back up towards Lorcan and Reyvadin's room, slamming his fist on the door. "Reyvadin! Lorcan! Get up! We've got trouble!" Turning his head to the side, carefully keeping the fight in his peripheral, he yelled at their burrahob companion. "Migi! Get up! There's trouble!" 

Hopefully they were just sleeping, and hadn't already been murdered by whatever this thing was. Faeril moved forward again, muttering prayers to Morimando and Hildegur, aiming his crossbow at the monstrosity. He fired and cursed as he saw it miss. The darkness and moving shapes didn't do him any favors, and he could only hope that while he missed the monster he hadn't hit one of the two humans trying ot kill it instead. 

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Attack: 2+1 = 3 

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