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	The dome of atmospheric condensation remained, seemingly closing off the ongoing fray from the rest of the world around. The screams from townsfolk, once perforating the stillness of the night, had come to an undramatic cease, only to be replaced by the wails of the captured doing whatever the could to free themselves before the monsters or the fire could claim them. 

	Evergreen and deciduous trees of around the town's central carfax stood in opposition to one another's coloration in the gloom of the evening, though made a little more similar when bathed in the light of aromatic pitch-fire (which had fully claimed one of their number in glorious conflagration at this point). If there was an upside to smoke and wall of unyielding blaze, it was that the field of conflict was now significantly warmer than the night would have otherwise allowed for the season. 

	Cavendish held his ground, his rat-ish features positively brimming with glee and/or anticipation as he surveyed the symphony of chaos, fire, and blood. His eyes lifted to the sky for a brief moment and arms outstretched as if to present a great feast to an honored guest in a high place. Eyes narrowed and smile faded a bit at Kosara drew upon her abilities to close the holes he bored into her flesh with his magic, but this was only a minor setback in the grand scheme. Live rats still milled about in his general vicinity, crawling over the dead ones. Living and dead, their presence made the ground hazardous. 

	The rightmost cage had one board missing - a good start but not enough to get anyone else out safely. The Halfling tavern cook, Daisy, hacked at the enclosure with the recovered short sword as best as she was able, but her blows did not carry much strength and were swung wildly. Nevertheless, she tried. 

	The other cage saw a little more progress. Cecily had the older man, Beppo, to his feet. He couldn't fit through the hole already made in their cage, but he might with just a little more effort. The lady was having difficulty keeping her elder upright, but she wasn't going to stop trying, from the look of things. The fisherman gave Baronfjord a knowing look as he came to help the young woman who had squeezed out with the wooden bar, stating with flat determination, [color=darkgray]"Nice day for fishin'."[/color] He focused his attention back on the bar next to where the Dragonborn and burlesque performer were making their attempts, resumed his low stance, and drove his fishing rod forward like a quarterstaff. The pole crashed forward into the wood, finally splintering it outward with an audible cracking sound. [color=darkgray]"Huah Hah!"[/color]


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[@Arty Fox] [color=00aeef][b]Baronfjørd[/b][/color] - Do what you do.