[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03[/color][/b][/i] [color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24 / 24 [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15 [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Outside the SilverSmith [color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/k1vHhU0.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] The door slammed shut and then followed by the dull thud of something being moved behind it. BlackBerry supposed that this was one of the better outcomes from the whole scenario, and now it was up to Victoria and Marita. [color=00aeef]"Perhaps the item Robert's requested isn't quite done?"[/color] He commented after a few quiet moments, thankfully devoid of any screaming coming from the building. [color=00aeef]Damn it all.[/color] He thought. [color=00aeef]If the man really objects that much to me hiding under his roof from the rain he can come out and tell me himself.[/color] He scuttled back under the overhang, beside the ever stoic Morty, and sighed when he escaped the oppressive drizzle. A flash in the distance made him tense and he instinctively counted the seconds; one, two, three…then the thunder whispered in the distance. He relaxed at the thought that the storm had now mostly moved on. For a moment he considered trying again to listen in to the sounds inside but decided that if the other two were in trouble they would make it known one way or another. 'Once bitten, twice shy.' A memory chided him. He mulled over Kosara and Lady Kathryns words and the idea of somewhere with hardly any rain… [color=00aeef]"That does sound rather nice. I have always held the belief we could do with a touch less rain."[/color] He shifted the weight of his bag in an attempt to unstick the robes on his back. [color=00aeef]"I shall have to visit, if there is anywhere in particular you would recommend?"[/color] It was rather charming actually to see Kosara finding such joy in something as mundane and inconvenient, at least in his eyes, as rain. He also wanted to hear if it was true someone could shrivel up like a raisin in the desert's heat. On the surface it sounded a bit silly but then again they were about to deal with Were-Rats so who was he to say what was silly or impossible these days. A shrill whistle cut through the air, heralding the arrival of three others walking over to them. The shadows of the man's gaunt face accentuated the cruel twist of his smile. Constable Cavendish looked just as mean as BlackBerry had imagined when the man had been mentioned in the earlier conversation, and the hammer he held looked just as cruel. He could easily picture the man taking money from others, just as Kathryn had said and no doubt much worse. BlackBerry tried his best to stifle a chuckle, it came out more as a snort, at Kosaras comment. Probably not the best idea from either of them but BlackBerry couldn’t fault a snide comment or joke at some unsavoury character's expense. Quickly he wiped the smile from his face. BlackBerry listened intently while Kosara and Cavendish traded words. He undid the button clasp as the scene unfolded before him; Kathryn building herself up as an impenetrable wall of force between the guards and the silversmith and giving the three ruffians a verbal dressing down as she did so. He then winced when Lady Kathryn fumbled her words. He knew how that felt. But, there was a glimmer of information she had managed to goad from the man. It was worth a try but as far as BlackBerry cared there was only one way to deal with bullies like them. He took the several steps needed to be by Lady Kathryns side, casting a quick look back to make sure Morty was standing guard, and readied himself for the fight he could feel brewing in the air around them all. Perhaps they could hold off the storm though for however much longer the others inside needed. Maybe the three of them could get a message to the others somehow? Then again Lady Kathryns voice did carry far down the street so hopefully those inside had heard. [color=00aeef]"Might we be so lucky that they would back down?"[/color] He whispered to Lady Kathryn with no small amount of incredulity. He kept his hand on his sword, still kept safely in its sheathe. For now.