[GM Post]

[b][color=00a651]"We found the place exactly as described. Took down some sentries, and grabbed one for questioning."[/color][/b] Matilda's voice brought more than one pair of eyes her direction, most not expecting the orc to have regained consciousness so quickly. She's staring off into the distance, her face contorted in what seemed like a mix of anger and pain, but sounded lucid enough for conversation. [b][color=00a651]"Figured that the lot likely was a throwaway bunch hired to stand guard and ask no question. If so they are loyal subject of the king still, caught amidst a seditious plot. I decided to minimize the casualties."[/color][/b]

Her voice was flat, but sharper ears may noticed the hint of a volcanic eruption hiding underneath.

[b][color=00a651]"It went well. Too well, in fact. The merc leader, Gilbert, was fully cooperative. Together we forced open the large box I thought was the prince's camouflaged holding cell. It was not. Instead, a magical edifice greeted us. Scattered around it was urns of black powder, and the opening of the box triggered sparks of flame. I... do not remember what comes after."[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a4161a]"As I've said earlier, the damned place blew up and caught fire somehow. Merc inside didn't make it, and the rest of them woke up with their sentries and boss missing while the place they're supposed to guard is on fire. Grabbed Mattie, fought them off, and made our getaway, that's about it. Nothing particularly noteworthy."[/color][/b]