Hylusi Quaternaros, Magus of Bleakpines
Magework Necromancer
Darkvision: 60ft
AC: 15 HP: 32/32 THP: 5
PP: 14 PIv: 14 PIs: 11
Conditions:
Concentrating on:
3/5 d6 HD
Arcane recovery 0/1
Spell Slots- 4/4 1st, 2/3 2nd, 1/2 3rd
Fingerbone staff 4/10
Alchemical treats: 7/7 granting 3THP

Oh, I know myself very well, Hylusi's mind whispered to itself at Bill's words.

For a moment, Hylusi's gaze slid between the members of the party, her eyes wrath-bright in the shadows of her face. The centaur, the rabbit, the gnome - and finally the Prince too interjected.

The Magus clicked her tongue in irritation and let her righteous anger subside.

<Hmmph. Very well.> she sent to the party. The would-be robbers were already beneath her notice. <I suppose filth like those matter little, alive or dead. Hopefully the examples made will discourage the rest from a second attempt.>

She clicked her fingers, and the giant hand sank back beneath the ground. The gorelings, chirping, scuttled back to their master.

<Consider the value of mercy to the next travellers they rob and ransack.>

She raised a hand again to touch the cut. It had already started scabbing over, leaving a silvery line along her cheek.

Her servitors moved forward, collecting up the dropped weapons, in case they'd be of use.

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Servitor's pick up the dropped weapons.