R2T17: Eirina grips her Elven Thornblade tighter and continues to search for any in-coming danger from the rear. Glancing at Ambyr to see if he senses anything before going back to surveying the field. "Smell anything, boy?"

Ambyr doesn't appear to have caught an interesting scent.

R2T15: Mr. Arvodair fills the air with may imagination nautical imprecations, hitting the thing with both trident and shield and dropping it.

He puts it to the tine.

Combat Ends!