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	A look inside Cavendish's thoughts might glean the following:

	Of course the Dragonborn would scuttle off to assist the [i]bait[/i]. It's what these kinds of people did. Predictable, really, even if it did cheat him out of a little fun. Looking at how horribly he was mangled, it wouldn't have taken much to finish him off. Cavendish wondered why might happen if a Dragonborn was made a wererat. Would he grow hair? Would their decidedly non-mammalian teeth develop lengthened incisors? Were fuzzy ears out of the question? Suddenly, the Constable wished to see if this would happen. Maybe he would save that one for last and try to answer some of his questions when he was in a better position to so so. So it was probably for the best that he lost line of sight with the draconic outsider. So many possibilities. But first, business had to be resolved.

	Truly, the mind of an enlightened and well-adjusted individual. 

	The fire held within the confines of its liquidy boundaries, be they still spreading slowly but it wasn't enough to impair his ability to target his enemies any more than they could target him. And one seemed to be doing just that. The one with the mouth on her. [color=darkgray][b]"Celestial Blast?"[/b][/color] he scoffed, still recovering from the hit. The same black, crackling energy that felled the Abomination before him flared in his eyes, streaking out in a pattern not completely unlike the Bard's demonstration of necrotic energy. Simultaneously, the same could be seen gathering in his free hand like a small, black, angry sun. Cavendish stared pointedly in the direction of Kathryn and Marita, an expression that could be best described as vindictive (as best could be fathomed on his rodent-esque features) growing on his face. When he let his twin Eldritch Blasts fly, it targeted neither the Cleric nor the Fighter. Both bolts of arcane energy flew solely at Kosara. [color=darkgray][b]"Why don't you ladies come closer?"[/b][/color] he called over the crackle of the pitch-flames, taunting as if he hadn't a care in the world. 
  

[color=red][b] - Kosara has taken 18 points of Force damage.[/b][/color]
	
[color=red][b] - Several rats are dead and/or on fire, and the area to the north that is not aflame is still considered [i]Difficult Terrain[/i], with appropriate movement penalties.[/b][/color]


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	[color=darkgray]Guard 2[/color] continues to be out of sight, and possibly out of mind. Either way you slice it, he's doing a great job of not really being present in any discernible manner. I can see how it might get irritating. But here we all are. Except for [color=darkgray]Guard 2[/color], of course. [sub](Or is he?)[/sub]
 
 


[@rivaan] [color=f7941d][b]Kosara[/b][/color] is up next. Please do what you can with what you have, and hang in there. Also, again do the tagging of me so that I can handle maps and such for the next round. Thanks.