Jammers Summary: Chapter 1, Turn 29

----------- = Meanwhile, elsewhere...
*********** = Later...

Holland occasionally grimaces as he walks when he places too much weight on his right side, but keeps pace with Nilaroo and keeps an eye on Billy ahead of them.

Bringing up the rear of the procession with Italapate, Kain keeps Nilaroo and Holland in sight as the company makes its way to the Burrows. "Did... ah... You notice anything while the fight was going on Italapate?" he asks quietly.

Italapate raises his eyebrows slightly at the question. "Nah, nobody noticed anything... or if they did, they chose not to acknowledge it. No Watchmen took notice, and that is what was important..."

Holding his bundled cloak tucked comfortably under his right arm, Kain continues to follow his companions. Occasionally, but trying not to establish a predictable pattern, Kain glances behind him to see if anything looks out of place.

Billy leads the company down Grand Street, heading in the general directions of the Burrows. The company keeps a wary eye but the streets are very crowded this time of day and its anyone's guess if they are being tailed.

Reaching Sailmaker Street Billy turns abruptly right, heading towards the palace. He goes about 6 blocks then ducks down a busy side street. There he leads the company into a small, family style restaurant.

"I'll be right back." Billy mutters then heads back into the street.

The company waits, uncomfortably aware of Grigree's living, squirming (but silent) burden. After about ten minutes Billy returns, a chastened look on his face.

"We're to wait at the inn, someone will contact us there within and hour or two concerning the swap." he says.

Holland nods and says, "Lets get moving then."

With a look of tiredness on her face Jamila rises from where she was resting. Hefting the weapons package she grimaces, "When we get there, could someone have a look at my shoulder. Aywa, yes? I'd rather not find out later that there was substance on that axe."

Raken nods. "I'll take a look at all of our wounds. Though Celestrian's blessings are exhausted, I still have knowledge in such matters." As the group heads back, Raken keeps his cloak closed about him, concealing his own injuries and tries to look inconspicuous.

About a half block or so from the Tankard Holland suddenly groans, then collapses senselessly on the cobblestone street. The many nearby pedestrians stare but don't walk over or otherwise become involved.

Italapate stares at the collapsed mage. "Hmmmph... not the most dignified place for a nap, all things considered."

"Augh..." Kain exclaims as he taps his forehead. Once some of the crowd begins turning away from Holland he says, "Damnation... ah... wasn't the one that cut Holland also the thug that... ah... poisoned Radick?" Crouching beside Holland, Kain checks the fallen mage's pulse. "Raken," he asks, "can you help me get him inside? At least we're almost there," he says encouragingly. His face suddenly goes white, "His pulse is weak and fading, he needs aid quickly!"

Noting Holland's state Billy suddenly goes pale. "Oh dear." He quickly kneels down next to the wizard and lightly touches him on the forehead. Billy seems to concentrate as he does so.

Nilaroo turns his back to the proceedings, instead watching anyone that may be taking too close of an interest.

A moment after Billy touches him Holland's color improves. Kain feels Holland's pulse strengthen as well. Though not strong, it is now steady and stable. Holland remains unconscious. "His pulse is now stronger." Kain says with relief.

Billy looks up, almost apologetically. In a low voice he says, "It's all I can do for now... Let's move on quickly to the 'Tankard."

Raken helps Kain get Holland inside the Tankard, carrying him past the common room and up the stairs as the bar patrons stare. They rush into Jamila and Leera's room(L), the closest, setting him gently in the nearest bed. "Bring me the blade," Raken says, asking for the weapon that the thug used on Holland.

Grigree unceremoniously dumps the invisible thug in the corner, feeling carefully to make sure his bonds are still tight.

Placing the bundle of weapons on the floor beside Raken, Jamila quickly searches through the odd lot and carefully picks out the blade and hands it to Raken.

He then examines it, "Did any of you find anything unusual on any of the bodies? Usually idiots that play with poison carry the antidote, in case of accidents."

Italapate steps next to Raken, asking to see the blade. "Maybe I can help," he offers. He runs his finger along the blade, then raises the finger to his nose. He carefully sniffs the yellowish residue, "This isn't anything I'm familiar with."

"Who's got the pouches?" Jamila asks with a quick turn of her head towards the others, from her position on the floor, where she's hastily rewrapping the weapons to get them out of the way.

"Here, I've some of them," Kain says as he sets his cloak on the ground and unties the knots in the bundle. "But what should we look for?" Kain asks as he looks at the number of different pouches on the floor.

Leera starts looking through the pile of pouches that the group acquired during the brawl. As she does so, she says to the others searching with her, "Look carefully, the antidote could be either a powder or a liquid." Under her breath she mutters, "If the fiend was even carrying an antidote!"

Deigatt, having heard the disturbance from his quarters, enters the room.

Raken stands up from his examination, "I think Holland is out of immediate danger though he needs rest or magical healing before he returns to full health. Th worst effects of the poison seem to have passed."

Meanwhile, Radick enters the Broken Tankard and heads up to the top floors, he finds the others in Leera and Jamila's room. They have just finished inventory the items filched from the dead thugs.

77 cp, 38 sp, 30 gp, 13 daggers, 3 broadswords, 3 shortswords, 1 longsword, 1 battleaxe, and a small crystal vial of thick, brownish goop.

Date/time: 2:40 pm 17th day of the 4th Month, 5049 OC