------------- Tales of the Silver Gryphon - The Last Coffee Stain

The Draconians were dead, the Temple cleared, now all they had left to do was find the last two members of this venture company, Coffee Stain. Fallon snickered at the stupid name as she pulled the straps free from the decaying Shaddz Draconian's body. His armor would undoubtedly go back to the Gith High Command. His swords; one would need to be destroyed, the one that almost drained the life out of her, but the other might be of use, a Frostbrand unless she missed her guess. The others had already searched through the bodies of the Arrazak Draconians and collected what they could before the bodies melted into liquid metal. They'd kept their distance from the expanding clouds of greenish vapor that left behind, and then Rowan blew it out of the room.

Expanding their search and heading down the only corridor behind the 80' statue of Tiamat, they found the two remaining members of that poorly named, ill conceived venture company. The man, a Paladine of Bahamut, had already been killed. He had lost his manhood even before being turned over to the priests of the this Temple for sacrifice. After that, things got vicious. Whether there was any life force left within to resurrect, none could tell in the damnable magic blocks of Old Calladon. They'd have to pack the body out and return him to the Temple of Bahamut for that determination. As to the other, the socialite turned adventuress, Danielle Pierce, was still alive, though she looked like she'd be better off dead.

It took a goodly amount of healing to get her functional again, but that didn't say anything for her mental state. Fallon and some of the others had been there to rescue victims from the hellish nightmare of Old Calladon. Many had all but lost their minds to the torments they had endured. There was no telling what state of mind this one would be in when she finally came around. Shari found clothes and fancy armor, cupritite mounted on polished copper toned leather, a set of elven swords and a staff of some sort that likely belonged to a WarMage. Rumor had it, that's what this woman was, but how good she was and whether she'd be a burden or an asset, they had yet to determine. She had almost nothing to say, huddled there at the base of the cage they found her in, naked and disheveled. By the time she had her things back on, though, she'd managed to cast several spells to clean up, fix her hair, do her makeup and even mend and polish her broken nails.

Fallon sneered. An Erotic and a WarMage, heh? Well, she didn't belong to the Sisters of the Pearl. Fallon would have remembered her. That meant she'd learned on her own, or rather somebody paid for her to learn. By the jewelry she had toted down into this hell hole, she looked more like she'd come dressed for a costume ball than a sojourn into the heart of darkness. And what WarMage wore a leather dress and platform shoes? This one was going to be trouble. Fallon just knew it. A poor little rich bitch, no doubt, looking to impress her fat, old, retired knight-of-the-realm daddy. Swell.

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