1 Guard Down... 4 to Go

(OOC: Pointfive, are you still here? I hope you don't mind me controlling Cassandra a bit for the sake of keeping things moving!)

The grouchy Oscar closed his eyes and puffed on his pipe, trying to let the smoke and the cooler night air take his mind off his wounded leg. It was starting to throb badly. As the singing started coming from inside, he shook his head ini aggrevation and mumbled to himself, "Com'on Drugo, just pummel one of 'em. Put an end to..."

He never finished the thought as the handle of Captain Thorne's sword slammed hard into the back of his head and he staggered to his knees, then fell forward with a loud 'thud' on the wooden porch.

Another voice... Gawain's, he thought, joined in the singing, luckily masking the sound enough that it wasn't heard from inside. "I'll go right, you go left," he said to Cassandra as they stood ready to open the door. "You," he whispered a reminder to Sharon, "try to free Gawain or Jevan." He hesitated only a moment longer, then pushed the door open and rushed in.

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