The Longest Night

[*Darkrob]

He also ensures to wash off the excess booze, and rinse out his mouth, before departing.

[*LiquidDreamer]

Thist nods and looks around the room for anything that can be used in a scry spell and if finding anything, sleeps it into his robes and silently walks downstairs.

He stops at the pressure plates however with a sigh of defeat.

"Always traps."

[*Selebius]

"Is what I have fetched the table for", Norman says and pushes it in the pressure plate to trigger the spikes once more.

"After you."

[*Midnight]

It takes about half an hour for the coast to clear but with the table in place they easily make their way out.

//Search roll for Thist please.

[*Midnight]

John's lack of involvement in the scrap may have saved him. They seem to be questioning him instead of arresting him. The conversation can be overheard by those hiding above.

"Where were you about half an hour ago citizen?"

[*Darkrob]

John looks at the Hardheads with a furrowed brow and disgruntled glare.

“Sleepin’… until you lot started bangin’ on th’ damn door.”

He rubs his eyes again.

“We done here?”

[*Midnight]

"He wasn't one of them...."

The Notary, interjects talking to John.

"Watch your tone berk. Or we might need to take you in and question you."

Ben noticing the change in voice and body language growls and snaps. If John was not holding him he'd likely bite.

[*Selebius]

Norman offers the bottles to Thist, then tries to read what is on this scrap of paper.

"I do not know.... are you good enough at divining to use this hair? I also need to visit that scroll trader to get some Restoration Magic.... "

He turns to John. "...and thank you. Quick thinking."

[*Darkrob]

John smiles and nods to Norman

"Not the first time I've had to stink of booze to get out of a pinch. Where to now, Chaplain?"

[*Selebius]

He fumbles with the scrap of paper, looks at John.

"Perhaps this here or the bottles will have some lead and... I really Need to get myself restored. Hm."