Gryffin: Die Dog Die, Round 04

Gryffin sees the goblin which stabbed his dad make a run for it. The urge of hurling a magic missle after it was great but the need to aid Volioker was greater. The eladrin picked himself up from the roof of the garbage shack and quickly made his way to where his dad fell; easily climbing down the shack and running over the corpses of some of the goblins.

Gryffin found his dad on the ground and carefully lifted his head.

"Dad? Here drink this."

The wizard carfully poured the healing potion he found from the goblin warchanter earlier. The locksmith managed a cough before opening his eyes to stare at the figure above it.

"Sweetie? You're alright. I knew you would be." Volioker managed to say before a round of coughing cut him off.

"Don't worry about me. These dwarven bones might be old but they're still pretty tough. I just need to lay down a bit and get some rest. I’ll be all right.”

With that, the dwarf closes it eyes and falls into a deep sleep - lightly snoring in Gryffin's arms.

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The goblin sharpshooter saw its companion run just past him and heading to the mouth of the alley. It then saw one of the longshanks run up towards te alley. It shook it head, shrugged and then smirked as at fired another shot at the human which was heading towards it. It then saw the reason why its companion was running - Gwag was down and the dragonborn standing on top of it. The shot went wild as the goblin sharpshooter followed - and even overtook - its companion towards escape.