Marcelin let the wounded beastkin have the bottle of alcohol while he listened to what had happened to him. [color=fff200]"Criminals posing as guild adventurers?! Tch, the rapscallions get bolder by each passing day!"[/color] The storyteller seemed none too pleased with that development. [color=fff200]"To possibly sully an otherwise almost perfect tale, the scandal!"[/color]

Crossing his arms over his chest, he began thinking about something. [color=fff200]"I suppose there are two ways we can go about this: either rush the room and pincer these criminals, leaving them to contend with both us and the boss at the same time. Or..."[/color] A small smile appeared on his lips. [color=fff200]"... we could wait just behind that very door. As soon as they have defeated the boss, we rush inside and attack them by surprise.[/color]

His emerald eyes slowly slide towards the ornate wooden door. [color=fff200]"I feel the first could cause a bit more panic between them. Regardless of what we choose, however, I will still need to decide on what will go in this tale."[/color] Marcelin turned to both Samuel and Clarisse. [color=fff200]"Excellent work on the healing magic by the way."[/color]