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"Something to hope for, at least," Django shrugs.

"What about spellslingers?"

Asa touches her holy symbol for a moment when she asks the question.

"Any magi cross your path when you broke out? Ward spells, magical traps?" 

"We'll go in prepared," Django rumbles through his beard, "but it'd be nice not to have to deal with fireballs, summoned demons and spirit poisons for once."

He scratches a patch of skin, scarred by ugly red burns on his neck. The dwarf is speaking from experience.

"I think that covers it," Hjeld steps in again.

"Unless there's something else we should know, Arvindur? We sweep the place, try to find evidence of wrongdoing and try to stay out of trouble with the law in case we don't find anything?" 

Despite looking like he's more at home out in the wilds as well, it's Charlie who answers that question.

"The biggest difference is that movement is usually more restricted: doors, corridors, windows... Not as easy to go where you want to go as it is outside. But the footing's better. Makes it better not to bring too many fighters: if there's not enough room, you just get in each other's way.

The golden rule is to be methodical. Go from room to room, make sure the escape route is clear and don't let the enemy circle around us. Rushing forward gets you killed.

We're taking a good supply of alchemicals with us: thunderstones to give us an edge before clearing a room, acid and fire grenades, smokesticks. A sunrod or two as well, just in case. Hjeld will bring some traps and tools to block easy access to rooms and corridors behind us." 

"Is Sunwing your companion? I thought you had a dog?"

Charlie leans forward, curious.

"I'll be riding in on one of my goats, but they're just ordinary."

Asa snorts disbelieving when she hears that: "Nothing ordinary about those evil horned monsters of you, mate. And they stink worse than demons!"

"Don't mind her," Charlie says to Arvindur.

"I do breed them for being mean-tempered, but she's just mad 'cause one of them ate the leather straps off of her shield once.

And I'd warned you we needed to stop to let it eat too!"

He turns back to Asa for that least remark. It's obviously a tired old argument between them.

The faces of the other Silver Swords harden in turn. All of them have seen brothers and sisters in arms get killed or maimed in the course of adventures or missions, but this is accepted as a trade risk. The willful crippling of one of theirs is something else entirely however.

After a moment of silence, Hjeld coughs and speaks up: "I think that settles everything. If any of you haven't taken care of your supplies yet, get that sorted out first. It'll be a couple more hours before we head out. Get some sleep if you can. You'll be woken up in time."


OoC: if you want to clear up anything regarding your equipment or request something else from the guild, this would be the time. If there's anything you want to do before leaving, that's fine as well of course. When you're ready, we'll head out.