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by waysoftheearth » Sun May 07, 2017 2:34 am
Over the course of a half hour or so, the prospective company members depart the main tap room in ones and two; feigning various distractions and counter purposes. The back room is dark and unused except as access to the privy, so vanishing down the cellar stair from there is a matter of simply timing it right.
Boggs the Mouser, with his sharp night eyes, is last to make his way to the cellar, and is pretty sure none of the other patrons have paid any particular attention to the apparent dispersal of this newly formed "company"...
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]