Dalen sighs as he hears the commotion behind him. Trinia disappearing in a jailbreak could be a good or bad thing, but either way a massive headache for him. Either way, Kreed's lead would have to wait.

"I swear, I can't turn my back for ten seconds without something happening. We should head back and assist as best we are able," he immediately turns around and speaks to the guards.

As he approaches, he flashes a smile, "from the sounds of things, the Field Marshal is going to need my services a few hours earlier than expected. Sorry to bother you with the back-and-forth,"

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Let's roll that diplomacy, on the principle of things: (1d20+21)[36]


After being let back inside, Dalen calmly walks towards the epicenter of the commotion, looking for any friendly face to fill him in on what is transpiring.