"One problem sorted out," Zerithor said to Karin and the others after the girl had dropped the staff. "Give it a minute for the block to harden, and then pull it out and carry it to the vault. As for your coins," he turned to Roland. "A leprechaun's life is 'worth his weight in gold' - and several other metals: The price he pays for escaping. But his magic shouldn't have been able to do that in the first place with the Keep so close - the same as with your shambler. It does
need more investigation, but I can't leave the keep - hence why we need the Queen of Rylaath," he pointed at Zerithan, "to grace us with his presence."
"Tortured..." the chirurgeon said as she inspected Zerithan. "No major blood loss or injury, save the head wound - most likely cause of his current state. That, and half a barrel of mead." Without warning, she slapped the unconscious man in the face with one of her large hands. He started and partially rolled onto his side, mumbling unintelligibly as he came to, though still lying down with his eyes closed. Violet somehow managed to recover from the Captain's verbal barrage and crawl over to Zerithan, trying to completely wake him up.
"What did I bring this out for, then?" Narkus asked as he kicked the ground and picked up the stretcher again, half-joking.
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