Re: Fires of Creation: Technological Terrors
Morin thought about Zorden's suggestion "I mean, I'm all for leaving the letter issue up to Kyte and the others, but we can't just leave Sanvil down here. The second we're gone, those skulks are going to creep down that tunnel to see what all the noise was about. That is, if they ain't here already." The gnome looked around the room, suddenly suspicious of every nook and cranny. "In fact, I'd bet a silverdisk there's one in this room right now, all chameleoned up and just watching to see where this goes. I don't want to risk Mr Smooth here talking them up, or we could have an even worse fight on our hands when we get back."
Looking around, it seemed like nobody was particularly enthusiastic about executing the League spy on the spot. Even the barbarian was hesitant about chopping Sanny's head off. "Okay, I get it. None of us wants to be the guy who cuts a prisoner's throat while he's tied up and begging for his life. That's...I mean, hey, that's probably a good thing! We're a band of morally upright heroes, we are, handing off the evildoers to the proper authorities!" He spared a glance for the downed Ropefists, who by now would be rapidly approaching room temperature. "Well, one of them!"
Turning back to the prisoner, Morin flashed a smiled as if he hadn't just openly tried to have the man killed. "Okay Sanny, let's go. We're gonna throw a blanket on you when we get out of these caves and haul you down to the church like you're one of the dead bodies we've been pulling out of this hole every trip. Father Kyte and the rest of the council will figure out what to do with you."