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Madtrixr:
Norian had been deep in prayer, hearing everything Inatai said, but not saying anything to anyone else. He had been praying to give himself strength, and the power to heal.

Completing this, he heads to the cell room where Graven is. He sees Sertanian, and looks at him "Wow, you look pretty beat up. is there any outstanding wounds you need treated, or will you be alright? By the way, My name is Norian. Norian Uthadar, Cleric of Pelor."

S.K. Ren:
"Ill take one of those potions if no one minds."
Adis heaved himself up of the floor. His body was more stable now after a short rest. His eyes slowly drifted back to Inatai. Might as well get this over with.
"Hello, I don't think I've introduced myself yet. I'm Antipodeus, but everyone calls me Adis. So I see you're one of the Gith. How are the planes these days?" He started to ramble of a series of questions that became less and less coherent by the second.

Xander Morhaime:
"They are in balance still, despite the best efforts of certain parties," Inatai replied with a light bow of his head.

"I will take the second potion, then, as there seem to be no other claimants to it," he said, picking the bottle up and stowing it somewhere on his person.

He also took the coin pouch - to split the contents later, of course. But someone has to carry it until then. And with the rest of the loot divided up, he headed off to rejoin the others.

Tavana:
Sertanian takes a seat on the rubble just about where the Magma Claw did its firework show. He eats and drinks in silence, watching you in a way that implies he might have had some training in understanding people. After a few minutes of recovery he speaks briefly to you all, but mainly to the Warforged.

"Well, let's get down to business, shall we? Of course Javil would be unable to tell you a thing about any of the museum pieces. He rarely looked at them, or cared about them. Don't get me wrong, he's a good man most of the time, but doesn't care for history at all. I'm not sure exactly what they took, but I saw them wielding the shields of the Red Hand on the march back. I assume they would have taken everything, though. Shields, helm, sword, gauntlets - I suppose if they were being thorough they would even take the battle standard, but I don't think they're that smart."

"And thank you cleric, but it was just a few hard days, nothing more. There are others who need your skills. Like Mirtala. She and I were kept together for a time, in a room that...well, it could be near or far. I couldn't quite tell when they moved us. It's near a spiral staircase, and we had to walk up it to get here. They kept us in a room with frescoes on the walls. And rats. It was quite unpleasant. They finally moved me away, saying that Mirtala would make a better meal than I. I'm not sure if it was an idle threat."

"I'm more worried about Kartenix, though. They brough him here shortly to stay in the cells. He told me he was going to try and overpower the ettercap guarding him by pretending to be asleep when they moved him back. I couldn't persuade him against it, and I haven't seen or heard from him since."

"And that about sums up what I know of the place." From the tone of his voice, it was almost as if he was conducting a tour of the Hall of Valor.

Madtrixr:
"Hmm. This is troubling indeed. We need to find Mirtala and Kartenix. I can only help the living, not the dead." Norian said with a worried expression on his face. "How long ago were you moved away from Mirtala? and how long has Kirtenix been gone? Oh, and what are we going to do with you?"

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