Gryffin: Ancient Prison, End Combat

"Something's happened to him, Gryffin. I don't know what; but I feel we better watch over our friend a bit more closely or we're gonna lose him."

"hmm...did we ever have him?" Gryffin muttered the stray thought mostly to himself as his mind was distracted with pondering the situation.

The fact that he was now in a structure from the ancient days of the so called runelords was just too fantastic for his mind to quickly accept. Much less to entertain the idea that his childhood friend may be some how "losing it."

"I still can't believe what we've seen - what we've just survived..." Gryffin's eyes strayed absently to Jarek,

As a a student of the Arcane, Gryffin is steeped in all manner of lore and legend. but's that's how he thought of these things - runelords and aberrations - myths and legends not flesh,teeth and bones.

"I mean - I can't wait to show this to this to Quint." Gryffin shook the Ranseur now in his hand. He seemed to have forgotten his fear of it's touch.

"I think this might have belonged to Alaznist! -Alaznist!" He excalimed. Then his brows furrowed -"Well, it's probably just a copy..but still..what do you think this place is? Temple or shrine to legendary evil wizard...er..wizardess...hmm..doesn't sound as nice. Then again that would make her a Rune-lady...if we're gonna be nitpicky. or Rune-dame...which seems to be more...um...respectable?"

Gryffin's head swung around and his eyes began to dart everywhere and then to the piles of bones.

There were a lot of bones -- piles and piles of them. No doubt, victims of the creatures they had just barely survived an encounter with.

"Well, it doesn't look like there are any victims more recent than a few decades...nor any sign of maintenance...so I don't think we're dealing with a cult - and my gods! - this is Sandpoint! What would the big bad or her cult want here? All we have is Sand...hence the name." The last trailed off to almost a whisper as something on the ground caught his eye.

Gryffin stooped to pick something up.

"Whoa..." Gryffin said as he held his staff between neck and jaw and kept the ranseur in the crook of his elbow. In his hand he held what seemed to be a bunch of grimy sticks. His other hand stuffed the rod he'd gotten from the Goblin Hexer into his belt alongside it's twin and then grabbed the edge of his cloak to dust the sticks.

"Look! Wands!" He held the items up to Loyd the best he could while still holding up the staff and spear. His brows furrowed as he examined and tried to remove the grime from the items.

"Oh, they're all broken." Gryffin let out a sigh and then seeming to realize something. After dropping the wands back to the ground, he gestures through the air and the ghostly mage-hand appears - taking the polearm from the crook of his elbow.

Lloyd looked at him quizzically.

"Heh...forgot I could do that." He said with a sheepish grin.

"You could have cleaned them with a cantrip too, you know?" Loyd chimed in.

"Oh, you're right!" Gryffin answered with a little nervous laughter and shrug of the shoulders from embarrassment.

"What were we talking about again?" Gryffin said to Loyd absently as he continued to look around the room.

"What are we going to do about..." Loyd began but got cut off.

"Oh my, I just realized -- this is some sort of prison!" Gryffin said in a
hush.

"We should head back to town..." Gryffin said in a serious tone.

"I don't think we should be here in the shape we're in..." He went on almost at a whisper.

"Wait, what's that?!" Gryffin said, still in a hushed tone as he took few steps and picked something off the ground. Gryffin stood up now holding two staves.

"I think we better go..I'll figure this out later. It'll be easier to think things through with Quint. We're having smoked deer for supper. You all are welcome to our home." Gryffin said.

"Vol...always has some ale - he is a dwarf yu know." Gryffin said looking at Arao and remembering that the dragonkin seemed to have a taste for it.

"Things will be better after a hot meal and a drink around a warm fire." He said absently as he started to make his way out of the prison.