[Alaric nods at that; there's no point in getting worked up about that right now. They've still got to get out of here, after all. The way back is easy enough, but...
Well, if their luck was bad before, it's gotten a whole lot worse. Alaric quickly counts their number - twelve? seriously? - and begins considering their options. The room here is well-fortified and windowless; there wasn't any way to get out back the way they came. The door is on the other side, blocked by the vast majority of these goons. Fighting their way through simply isn't an option. There's no way they'll survive.
Their other option is surrender, but in all honesty, that doesn't look any better. They invaded this place and they stole from the boss. Best case scenario, they're well-dressed thieves. Worst case, they're opportunistic assassins. Regardless, the people here have every reason to kill them before the mage returns.
So really, there aren't any options here at all. They're going to die. There isn't any way out of this one.
Alaric exhales slowly and finally turns his attention to Maeve.]
Shame she's out, I would've loved to meet her.
[But there isn't any point in standing around and talking. He glances back at Blanche and he hopes to whatever deities may be listening that she'll understand when he shoves that spare sword he stole at her and unsheathes his knife and lunges at the closest mercenary. There's no way for them both to make it out of here, but damn if he can't try to cut a path for her.]
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Well, if their luck was bad before, it's gotten a whole lot worse. Alaric quickly counts their number - twelve? seriously? - and begins considering their options. The room here is well-fortified and windowless; there wasn't any way to get out back the way they came. The door is on the other side, blocked by the vast majority of these goons. Fighting their way through simply isn't an option. There's no way they'll survive.
Their other option is surrender, but in all honesty, that doesn't look any better. They invaded this place and they stole from the boss. Best case scenario, they're well-dressed thieves. Worst case, they're opportunistic assassins. Regardless, the people here have every reason to kill them before the mage returns.
So really, there aren't any options here at all. They're going to die. There isn't any way out of this one.
Alaric exhales slowly and finally turns his attention to Maeve.]
Shame she's out, I would've loved to meet her.
[But there isn't any point in standing around and talking. He glances back at Blanche and he hopes to whatever deities may be listening that she'll understand when he shoves that spare sword he stole at her and unsheathes his knife and lunges at the closest mercenary. There's no way for them both to make it out of here, but damn if he can't try to cut a path for her.]