[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] 22 / 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] 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 [color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 1/3 [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.imgur.com/k1vHhU0.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] BlackBerry gave a pained grunt when he pulled out the arrow but was relieved to feel the effects of Kosaras magic quickly take its place, and when he looked back down at the wound it had neatly sealed itself. It was still a bit tender, as he found when running a thumb over it, but a darn sight better than before. [color=00aeef]"Thank you kindly."[/color] He nodded to Kosara to assure her that her work was done. He didn't know what to do with the arrow so kept hold of it for now, keeping an eye out for somewhere appropriate to put it. In the meantime he stayed in his spot, content to let his gaze continue to wander around the shop. It was nice despite the mess, and it was thankfully a lot warmer and drier in here than outside. Mr.Malards explanation of the offer had left BlackBerry feeling pleasantly surprised, though he did wonder if the offer actually included him at this point having only met the group a few hours ago at most. [color=00aeef][i]Best not for the moment[/i][/color] He thought. [color=00aeef][i]Besides, there’s too much else to consider right now.[/i][/color] [color=00aeef]"May I ask, but did anyone else have much luck with their own battles at all?"[/color] He looked to the others in turn with an eyebrow raised. He spun the arrow in his hand as he thought. It would be useful to know if there was any way to fight back against the ruffians. His eyes slid down to the prone guard, tied and blindfolded on the floor, a clear sign that at least one other person had had better luck than him. Kosara, if he remembered correctly, looked to have caused some damage with her magic, but even his fiery limbs hadn’t appeared to do much other than leave them somewhat winded…some what had done the damage? [color=00aeef]“It might be a tad ambitious to try and get everyone out of the town just yet.”[/color] He gave Lady Kathryn a sympathetic look, impressed by her concern for others but weary about the group's own situation. [color=00aeef]“Our best bet would be to tackle the issue head on. Once we find a way to hurt them, of course.”[/color] [color=00aeef]“But then again…”[/color] The arrow paused in his hand, and then began to spin the other direction. [color=00aeef]“We do need to get the parcel back as well. Are the L’Rose’s somewhere along th-”[/color] Movement from the otherside of the shop caught his attention, around the bulk of Marita and Lady Kathryn he spotted their guest starting to move where he had been dumped near the door (with as much care as the ruffian deserved). [color=00aeef]“Ah, one moment everyone…”[/color] He spoke loudly to get everyone's attention. [color=00aeef]“It appears our [i]Guest[/i] is beginning to waken. Let’s discuss our work later, shall we?.”[/color] He stepped up to the counter, putting down the arrow and instead raising a finger up to his lips in Mr. Mallard's direction, hoping the man would get the message. [color=00aeef][i]Stay quiet.[/i][/color] Odds were that the Guard could probably make an informed guess as to where he might be, but still it would be unwise to just give out that information freely [color=00aeef]“Would this be a good place to start or should we find somewhere a bit more…appropriate?”[/color] He raised the question to the others.