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[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]
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 1/3


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BlackBerry let his attention settle back towards the others, occasionally flitting back to the counter where Mr. Mallard continued his work and Victoria had seemingly finished hers. He made a little note to ask her about her magic; to be able to find out the properties of an item seemed like a very impressive skill to have, even if the visual look of it was disconcerting.

A moontouched-hammer, owned by a more than likely were-rat leader of some kind with an extra enchantment hidden away. As Victoria had said there was something else going on with that hammer. BlackBerry frowned at the thought. Perhaps it relied on something The Constable could do but they couldn’t. He nodded slightly while Lady Kathryn looked to be thinking along the same lines.



Whatever idea or question BlackBerry was about to ask was stopped by his heart lurching into his throat. He could only stare in shock, in sheer flabbergasted horror at Kosara brashly banging on the door right back whomever it was on the other side and shattering whatever ideas the party may have had of stealth.

Whatever warmth he had felt was quickly robbed from BlackBerry and replaced by the icy chill of horror as the situation quickly spiralled with the Guard only urging on the chaos.

No one had thought to gag the man! 
BlackBerry himself had been staring straight at the man and yet at no point did he figure that that was an issue. He gritted his teeth with a frustrated snarl, mentally chastising both himself and Kosara, more-so Kosara than anything.

He pulled himself back up, giving the guard a good shove as he did.

[color=00aeef]“I suggest we leave.”[/color]  BlackBerry added, already striding over to the door (south of the building). [color=00aeef]“And Quickly.”[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Do you mind if I?"[/color]He gestured to the large beam across the door to Mr.Mallard.

But without waiting for a response he lifted up the heavy wooden beam barring their way off of its hooks. It wasn't the easiest thing to handle with one arm, he puffed out his cheeks trying to keep it steady against his chest and across the length of his forearm. 
He winced when the beam landed with a dull thud, standing upright against the wall between the table. Whoever was outside would undoubtedly be going frantic at this point.

[color=00aeef]"If it makes anyone feel better, I think they may just be concerned for Mr.Mallard here. And not out to kill us." [/color] He threw the man an apologetic smile, along with a silent prayer skyward. [color=00aeef]"But still, let's move. Shall we?"[/color]

He opened the door back into the outside world and took a few steps out so he could hold it open for the rest of the party, and their not so friendly hostage.