Shaking his head, the rogue answered, "Take your rest while you may Irian. Keeping watch is no time for idle chit-chat, nor for catching up on missed sleep." The rogue moved a little way from the camp, to a place where he could keep watch from the shadows, taking care not to look into the ...

After unrolling his sleeping roll in a small depression, the Rogue strings his bow, and volunteers for first watch, knowing that it was the spot in the rota that he'd get the most sleep with.

The Rogue, his equipment in order, decides to take up the rear of the little column.

Standing on the streets of Tethil, Xavier flexed his new shortbow, quite happy with the work.

Then, checking his equipment, he prepared to head west, to the capital.

"Anybody who wishes to travel with me is welcome, and I will not hold it against anybody who chooses not to. As I said though, I guarantee nothing. If you travel along, it must be your own choice."

"My thanks Brother Charn, Caamora, your company will be welcome on the road."

"My thanks.

I hope that these next two days will pass quickly, that we can get our purchases and depart."

Xavier lay back down to rest. If the apothecary left the room again, he would immediately attempt the lock, with one of the others to keep watch.

"If it means nothing to you, it does not truly matter, does it?"

"Never mind. Tell me, how long will it take to reach the capital?"

"Master apothecary," the Rogue spoke suddenly, "Are you sure you're telling us everything you know about this? It seems a rather...fortuitous...combination of events has led us to this point." He shook his head...."Fortuitous..." "And tell me, do you know anything ...

Telling Vrgon to listen for the apothecary, Xavier first examines the drawer for any traps, then attempts to pick the lock.

[If a trap exists, he will first disable it]

"Now that is cheerful news. And not particularly helpful I fear." He shook his head... Either way, the fact is that I have been bitten, as the sherrif was bitten. And the only lead I have to finding out more about it is in the capital. Unless you are suggesting we torture the apothecary? O...

The rogue laughed once more..."All the better to defend yourselves against me?" He shook his head..."no, you are right. Although, seeing how useful the alchemical silver was against the other tiger..." He turned to Vargon. Don't worry my friend, if I turn on you all, I won't hold...

The rogue cursed bitterly, and muttered to himself, "It's not like the joke was that bad..." He shook his head slowly. "Well friends, it seems that my own future has been chosen. I must away to Scragnoth and the Guild of Physicians. I'd rather like to know whether or not I will turn i...

Xavier slits his eyes, assessing the situation, and trying to see if anybody else is in the room. He wriggles slightly, to determine whether he still carries his hidden weapons, and whether or not he can stand.

"You may be very large my friend, but so is your eye, and my arrow is very sharp, and made of alchemical silver." The rogue put all his strength into keeping his bow drawn and steady. Now it is true that you have saved us, and believe me, we are not ungrateful. But prostrating ourselves is...

Xavier sighed at the capriciousness of the gods, and kept his arrow carefully aimed at the huge new stranger from his vantage point on the roof.

"Who are you stranger?" he called, "And what do you intend?"

"Get Vargon indoors!" the Rogue shouted to Brother Charn. [If the cleric can drag Vargon free and indoors in this round, Xavier will continue shooting. If not, he will slide down the rope, and attempt to distract the Tiger while Charn rescues the fighter. If possible, he will reclimb the r...

Knowing that the cleric intended to leap to the aid of the first wounded, Xavier continued loosing arrows according to his plan.

Damn!

Now in theory, since everybody has given contingency's to cover at least the first few rounds, we should be able to just carry on.

I'm assuming Charn's contingency for harm is going into effect re Caam. (I'll edit it retroactively if he changes his mind.)

As soon as the tiger is within 60 feet of the Rogue, and clearly heading for Caamora, the rogue begins loosing his alchemical silver arrows at it. As soon as the tiger is within 30 feet, he will make ranged sneak attacks with his bow. He will continue firing at it until all ammunition is exhausted, ...