[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Fanghorn, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon moved back from the box when he was addressed. Jazdia had come down from the roof. Solomon initially thought to avoid the weather. Though, the current floor provided cover, the remains of the garret above wasn’t doing much to keep out the rain. Jazdia then mentioned Asevor being on the first floor of the keep, just twenty or so feet below them. So, that is where the wizard retreated to, much to what Solomon predicted. The explosion that took place just moments before must have been Jazdia taking aim against the wizard.

	“I agree in part, but the damage the box has already sustained seems to have triggered some kind of timer. Though my rune lore isn’t extensive, I do not imagine the pace of the red line to be anything benign.” said Solomon as he maneuvered down the vines to more stable ground. “Asevor possesses numerous jewels for breaking from my hold, and he is currently invisible. Until both of those change, I’m afraid I won’t be able to grasp him again.”

	“Petra should be at the first floor now, as are my shadows. They can attempt to subdue him rather than kill him outright if you wish. I will be within earshot of them, so if you can relinquish Asevor of his anti-magic accessories, I can quickly come down and finally bind him with my hold. In the mean time,  I will decipher the runes to find a means of opening the box safely. I want to avoid any other dead man triggers. Perhaps I can open the intended doorway.”

	Down on the first floor Petra flew near ground level following the blasted entrance from Jazdia’s earlier arrow. At the same time, the shadow that was lingering there noticed the blackened vines and scattered tableware collapse and crackle as nothing tumbled over the remains. It started to fly away when the other joined it from the second floor. While none of the three could see Asevor, they were to somehow restrain him. Petra was annoyed, her spectral face scowling as she looked into the dark and otherwise empty dining hall. There were also the shadows who physically could not do anything. The question of how they were to accomplish the change in instruction was quickly raised.

	Petra rested her hand on her spell book, cold mist consolidating around the pages as she charged her spell. She slid her hand off the book, spreading her fingers as several cold rays of magical ice scattered about the room. Where ever they landed frost spread out several feet covering anything in contact near the center in ice. The spell centered mainly around the obvious crash site in the middle of the room. By shotgunning her spell, she attempted to locate Asevor, either by disturbing the frost with heat or friction, or by being hit directly. Hopefully with the latter, the ice could slow his movements as it could attempt to expand over his form.