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[tryrar]

Malkor sighs. "Now you've done it. It'll be harder getting answers around here with you with us. Could you please just...I don't know, go sit in the corner and let us handle this?"

He turns to the ambassador. "I apologize, my companion here is from a land far far away_{and I suspect, one farther away from reality than us}, and doesn't know the politics of here. You say you've been here a while?"

[Tawa]

Veneficus speaks over them.

"The priest is 'late'. You've locked yourselves in there, alone, purposefully. And you won't give me a straight answer. I ask again: what have you done to the High Priest?"

All the while, Veneficus slowly backs away from the dwarves, putting Lanius and Malkor between him and them. If axes began swinging, he'd need a meatshield to keep their weapons busy until he could get a shot in or get the hell out of there.

[Nerjin]

"Hm... The wizard is right yes? Answer question."

[tryrar]

Malkor goes up to the paladin. "I think we need to restrain our crazy friend before he provokes an international incident. You take the left, I'll take the right."

Malkor takes out his spear, and tries to whap the crazy elf wizard over the head and render him unconscious.

[Orange Wizard]

Hearing the assortment of strange adventurers speaking what appears to be nonsense, the ambassador shares a look with his guards, and they begin filing back into the tavern.
Malkor (attack 7+0 vs AC 10) waves his spear in the direction of Veneficus, but can't quite hit him.
Wyrne (sleight of hand 9+4=13) finds a copper coin in one peasant's trousers.
The peasants are now shuffling about nervously. They can see it's about to turn into a fight, and if nothing happens...

Aaarrroooooooo!
Aroo! Aarrooooo!

The sound of a horn rings out over the valley. Everyone freezes and looks for the source of the sound. From the west road, three men on horseback are approaching at a gallop.

[tryrar]

(for future reference trying to do nonlethal damage to someone is a -4 to attack with a spear)

"I'm betting that's the High Priest now. He was probably delayed. And you've proven yourself to be an idiot, well done!" Malkor remarks acidly to Veneficus.

[Nerjin]

"Will bet four gold that is not."

[Arcvasti]

Razed, hearing the horns, turns back and goes to investigate it. The other people he met on the road seem to be yelling at the old elf. He walks over to the tavern entrance, so as to better view the meeting of Priest and Ambassador.

@@What exactly is going on here.@@

He then notices the trio of horsemen.

@@They're going very fast... If **I** were assigned to guard an old and important High Priest, I'd make sure he didn't fall off and break his neck going too fast.@@

Razed uses his innate Detect Evil ability on the riders, just in case. He also checks the other people clustered near the tavern.

[Nerjin]

"We should see." Lanius says as he begins jogging towards the horses and attempts to wave them down.

[My Name is Immaterial]

Chuckling at the antics of his traveling companions, Mic has been quiet for the last few minutes.
When the riders come into sight, he slips away from crowd, and goes around the back of the tavern, entering through the back door. From there, he sneaks up stairs and looks for the ambassador's room.

[Orange Wizard]

The riders slow down as they approach the village. They stop about thirty feet away from the crowd, right in front of Lanius. From here, it's much easier to discern who they are:

One is an old man, thin, frail, and wearing a stained grey robe. His hair is white and patchy. His skin is wrinkled and pale. His horse looks to be in similarly bad shape.
The next is a young man, strong, healthy, with thick black hair, wearing a spotless golden robe, and holding in one hand a shining golden scepter. Gold is the colour of high-ranking clergy in the Church.
The last man is middle aged, moustachio'd, and dressed in battered leather armour. He has a short sword in his hand and a shield on his back.

The young man is the first to speak.
"Make way for the High Priest of Pelor, orc, lest the wrath of God strike you down."

[Nerjin]

"Ah, is mistake. Thought someone else. Go ahead." Lanius says as he steps aside.

Activate Vigor Aura to give them a little bit of healing before they go. Assuming that it's still a free action outside of combat.

[Orange Wizard]

They're not visibly injured.

[My Name is Immaterial]

((Realized that I should have bolded my actions. Sorry!))

Chuckling at the antics of his traveling companions, Mic has been quiet for the last few minutes.
When the riders come into sight, he slips away from crowd, and goes around the back of the tavern, entering through the back door. From there, he sneaks up stairs and looks for the ambassador's room.

[Nerjin]

Wave goodbye to them as they pass.