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	The bubbles, cracks, and hisses of the pitch fires could be heard around the sharper sounds of weapon strikes and the sizzling volleys of magic. Other sounds seemed lessened by the importance of what was transpiring in this place which was so full of life just a couple of days prior, even if it carried an undercurrent of uncertainty. 

	The trees on either side of the fires stood in their own dark silence, with the exception of the one toward the left which was completely ablaze at this time. Going just a few feet into the vegetation made travel more difficult in comparison to the bright, open lighting of the town center proper, [i]plus[/i] it gave the double-edged sword of effectively causing dim lighting conditions for anyone who stepped more than five feet into them. Luckily for all, the raging fires kept the area relatively warm still.  

	Cavendish was still swarmed with undead rats, as much as Kathryn was swarmed with live ones. This little detail didn't stop him from gritting his rodent-y teeth and trying to push through the grim distraction, intent to rationing out pain to those he deemed worthy of it. Maybe he'd try to drill eldritch holes in the ones who were fool enough to stay in his line of sight. Or maybe go after the most immediate threat. There was still a spiritual weapon nearby that made a move at him just a few seconds ago. Drop the Cleric, drop the spell. Oh, what lovely screams he would make them give in exchange. 

	The rightmost cage still only had one board missing, but not for the lack of trying on behalf of Daisy's efforts. The Halfling redoubled her efforts as best she could, emboldened by Kathryn moving to assist her to get her friends and neighbors out. Though it was difficult to see from the larger woman's angle, Daisy's face fell as she realized that Kat decided to go an undamaged portion of the cage, near clearly on the opposite side. Her borrowed sword clanged softly on the stones below as her already tired arm dropped when Kosara moved to the same place as her friend. Maybe they would do a better job. She hoped they would. But as they didn't seem to be doing any better than her, Daisy raised the sword once again and began hacking, be it weakly, on the wooden bar next to the space where they had already gotten one to pop off. 

	The lefthand cage met with a breakthrough, quite literally in this case. While Cecily maintained holding the elder, barely conscious Beppo upright, she could not help but continually glance back to the ongoing fray, particularly the actions and (to her) new changes to the erstwhile Constable. The others huddled in the cage as physically far away from the fire, and Cavendish, but also away from the continuing work upon the wooden bars. One couldn't call the corner they had left [i]cozy[/i], but [i]densely occupied[/i] might have been appropriate. In any case, the breakthrough occurred when, upon seeing the progress that Baronfjord made with the wooden bar nearest him, switched his target and, with an affirming, [color=darkgray]"Mornin'!"[/color] as he drove his fishing rod into what remained of the Dragonborn's chosen bar, knocking it away from its moorings. It clattered to the ground below. 

	Wasting no time, Cecily did her best to get her human charge out of the more reasonably open aperture. Fully grown, Human-sized persons could now fit out, as Beppo demonstrated by making an unsteady egress right next to the Honey Barn performer, who was helping to keep him upright. 


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[@Arty Fox] [color=00aeef][b]Baronfjørd[/b][/color] - You are good to go.