Thema: "A simple escort," she said ...

[Szordrin]

Szordrin laughs at the skeleton, taunting it just before he jabs his blades through it's eye sockets.

[Phaerven]

"The lower corridor is clear", Zhadristan says in the drow tongue when he enters the room. He looks at the humans only casually.

[Sheiriya]

Sheiriya walks over to the humans and speaks to them in their language.

[Zanan]

Szordrin has no problem killing that last skeleton with a few well placed strikes against skull and spine. Tavia watches on and peers down the tunnel to the south, keeping her eyes open for any sign of the robed one. Sheiriya talks to the human male in some sort of common, while Kylara inspects the rooms and the stuff on the table.

[Korach]

If no immediate danger can be detected, the chain looks around for anything useful to be animated.

[Romaal]

Tarinyon follows the others, accompanied by his new "friends". As he reaches the rooms with the humans he looks quite disgusted.

"Bah, dirty rivvil. Let us just slay them and add them to my undead troop."

[Sheiriya]

"But undead are so ... boring." Sheiriya replies without turning to Tarinyon. She gives the man in front of her a wicket smile. Then she addresses the others, speaking drow. "The woman, who actualy is some kind of priestess, went down the way I came up, after she summoned that chaos beast. The interesting thing is that she and this pillars former master had come to an agreement, that he would 'take care' of us."

[Phaerven]

Zhadristan's expression clearly shows his distaste of Tarinyon and his undead.

[Zanan]

Kylara waits till her subordinates are nearby, then orders: "You (at Tavia) take care of the derro on the bridge. Strip them of any valuables and dispose them." The scout nods and sends a questioning look at Xune before moving along.
She looks at Tarinyon, adding: "Unless you ant to animate those too." Dwelling on that thought, the priestess says: "Coming to think of it, you could keep those here and let them take care of bridge duties for the Order. Is any of them able to think on their own accord?"
While waiting for a reply, she turns at Zhadristan: "Get over it. You don't need to kiss them and I for one would rather have undead flesh being torn apart than my own." Pointing at the items on the table, she continues: "Anything decent on there?"
Pondering on Sheiriya's words, Kylara raises an eyebrow. "We have only left Sschindylryn and already people are ahead of us trying to waylead us. That is most ... interesting. Wonder how they got news of our departure and heading so fast?" She sends a questioning look through her ranks. "Alas we now know what we will face up to. Khalas, you will stay near me!" Turning towards Sheiriya once more: "Anything else they said?"
Finally, the priestess looks down to where Szordrin stands near the skeleton's remains. "You done admirably today and earnmed yourself the gratitude of the Dark Mother. Now make sure no-one sneaks up upon us from that tunnel!" (She points at the southern exit.) With a similar look of satisfaction, she nods at the githyanki.

Khalas appears out of thin air near Kylara and waits.

[Sheiriya]

"Yes, a few things. The master of this pillar was a curst and the other humans around have been the mage's bodyguards." Sheiriya answeres Kylara's question. Then she turns around and asks the man something again.

[Zanan]

Tavia and Xune head off to the bridge to do Kylara's biding.

The human talks back to Sheiriya and those able to understand a heavily Thayan accented common may understand what he says.

[Fabius Maximus]

Farviaan relaxes a bit and sheathes his scythe-sword as he walks over to the table to inspect the items lying there.

[Phaerven]

"Nothing exceptional", Zhadristan answeres, "A closer examination will require some time."

[Sheiriya]

"Sounds like these guys have just been here at the wrong moment." Sheiriya tells the others before she talks to the man again.

[Korach]

Near the chain the humanoid form of Xyranma appears again. He touches the weapon which causes the marks, left behind by the magic missles, to vanish. That done he stores the chain again and walks over to the table to get a better look at the things. A green, viscous fluid is dripping slowly from his hands.