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Dusk Wind
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Ushamerea quietly walks down the corridor, the Harroctar in the dining hall continues to focus on the balcony door.
she peaks around the corner, Another Harroctar clings to the wall.
'I wouldn't try that way' The injured archer speaks in a voice so soft only sharp elven ears can hear 'with a scout stationed there you'd never make it'
The Florist is shocked, she knows this elf. His name is Turit Trueshot one of Lord Xielphiane's bodyguards, his wound on his leg seems very deep and he's lost a lot of essence.
'Don't fret over me Usha I've had worse' Turit comments having noticing her concern 'You need to get out of here, I think the route through the kitchen is still safe'
tears return to Usha's eyes, Turit has always been kind and considerate. I can't, there are two others trapped on the balcony, I must help them.
'heh heh, I guess I'm not the only fool around here' Turit chuckles quietly 'I'll help however I can, I have a single arrow left I might be able to take down one of these creatures if I'm lucky, I also have a rope and grapple and a short blade'
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The maid is willing to take her chance on the vines and climbs across.
Easy action: success!
climbing in a long dress is a little awkward but she manages.
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