Our new company has brought grim trouble upon us. I can only hope that Sever meant well. After all, he dispatched all of the ghouls threatening Havelock with a single fireball. But with him paralyzed on the ground, helpless, he nearly burnt Havelock to a crisp in the process! And Havelock’s pet, which of course he holds dear, was nearly caught in the flame as well. Was the sorcerer really trying to pick one of us off amidst the chaos of battle? Or did the dreamy thought of heroism impede his better judgement, and make him reckless? Whatever the reason, I could not blame Nakanil for taking the man by the throat.
I was the first to see Havelock after the flash of fire. The room was still hot, and the bodies of ghouls were smoking and smoldering. Havelock himself appeared dead at first glance, lying still and blackened with soot, but my prodding brought a pained groan from him, and I knew he was alive, if only barely. Briar stepped into the room and channeled healing energy, and his wounds began to repair, burnt skin sloughing off with healthy flesh in its place. I noticed Honey strangely absent from Havelock’s side, and decided to search the room while Briar still tended to him. It took only a moment to find the poor badger, sheltered under a heap of burnt ghouls, but then from across the room, I heard Havelock swear aloud to kill Sever. I turned and shouted to Havelock, but by then, he had already loosed an arrow through the open doorway.
I stood and hesitated, unsure of what to do. Do I dare draw Havelock’s fury in my direction? Is this sorcerer really worth saving? I shouted again and made my way toward him. He ignored me and loosed a second arrow, nocking a third and taking aim again with one swift motion. His deftness would have impressed me in better circumstances. I shouted at him again, “Stop!” by now only an arm’s length away, but the ranger was fixed on his target, and loosed his third arrow before dropping his bow to his side.
I fell silent, and looked out of the doorway, into the other room, where the rest of the party stood. Sever, still in Naka’s grip, was now limp and motionless, bleeding profusely from three arrows in his side. Everything had unfolded so quickly, all of it, in mere seconds, and for a moment, I felt powerless. Briar rushed urgently to Sever and channeled yet more healing energy, and Sever returned to consciousness, gasping for air as the arrows extracted themselves from his body.
Briar whispered something to Naka, and though the echo of the stone served to amplify her words, it also obscured them. I could only make out, “… deserve this… deserve…”
“No,” Naka replied, and his grip on Sever was unwavering. “But he does deserve this.”
Naka took his free hand and hit the sorcerer across the face. Sever hardly even reacted, perhaps stupefied from his brush with death. Avienn stepped in, demanding that the sorcerer be kept alive and abused no further. She revealed that Sever may hold information of great importance her, though she would divulge no more than this. Naka agreed that Sever would be spared, provided neither he nor she caused any more trouble, and she would get her chance to interrogate him when the task in the tomb was done. Briar knocked the sorcerer unconscious with the hilt of her blade, and bound him in such a way so that he may not cast any spells. I assisted Danna with carrying Sever back to camp, while Nakanil, Havelock, and Briar stayed behind for a while longer.
I am unsure of what is to happen next. Avienn keeps her eyes on Havelock, who is now passed out in a corner with Honey. Danna, Naka, and Ras sit together, though Ras still pours over her books. Sever lies unconscious, on his side, bound and gagged. Briar asked that I not share this mishap with Multulriam. I wouldn’t. To do so might harm my own credibility as much as the party’s. I was completely ineffectual at resolving today’s conflict, and it could be seen as a blunder on my part. Still, it would be irresponsible of me not to report future incidences. Havelock better watch his temper, and Avienn must continue to cooperate with us. She, Briar, Sever, and I had a chance to study a magical conduit before tonight’s disaster, and we will likely need her assistance tomorrow to operate it again.