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	The state of illumination and fog was such now that Cavendish could not hide in the gloom any longer. He maintained the effects of soft cover from most angles, thanks to the roaring flame coming from the pitch barrels to the north and the semi-gelatinous burning hell which sloshed about on the fitted stone of the town square, [i]this[/i] factor thanks to the involuntary impact of one of the fleshcrafted monsters just earlier. The fog which stood more than a few meters away from the flames remained as oppressive as ever, seeming to seal everyone into their own little world of fire and blood about the size of Avonshire's square. 

	The Constable's personal attack monster was living up to its name, pressing vicious attacks against its master with confused, unbridled rage even as swarms and swarms of rats milled about around them both. But speaking of rats; there seemed to be almost as many dead ones as live, thanks to the earlier attentions of the Abomination and the spilled, burning pitch. The area is still counted as [i]Difficult Terrain[/i]. Flaming barrels which still stood continued to give Cavendish soft cover from several angles. 

	The rightmost cage, now relieved of its previous assault, stirred with a different sort of activity. The barmaid of Neil & Bob's Public House, Lea, had taken up the shortsword and began working at widening the hole that the monster had started, be it with inexpert strikes. The lefthand cage (and the one with the best, most horrifying view of the action this round) is making a little more noise. The damaged section of the cage here has a stout fishing rod placed into it, the other end held by the fisherman and Cecily. [color=darkgray][i]"If you can squeeze out, you keep running. Okay, miss?"[/i][/color] she said to a young woman recognizable to those who have attended Madame Marcie's Honey Barn. 

	[color=darkgray]"Nice day for fishin',"[/color] stated the fisherman with an urgent, imperative tone, the muscles of his arms straining hard against the wood of their enclosure. 

	[center][h3][color=gold][i]New Round[/i][/color][/h3][/center]

[@Arty Fox] [color=00aeef][b]Baronfjørd[/b][/color]'s moment to shine.