An idea struck the ranger, and when he reached the top, he laid the drunken mage on the rooftop where he would be safe to simply sleep, or groan, as he was doing now. removing his bow from around his body, he drew an arrow and considered it thoughtfully.<br/><br/>Finally, when he think he had worked through the method he would use, he withdrew the sleeping potions Crowley had left him from the pouch at his belt, and tied one to the arrow. It would shatter his aim, adding the weight this way, but he didn't need to be accurate for this.<br/><br/>Nocking the arrow, he drew back, then turned his aim vaguely toward the group of people currently breaking windows in the cathedral square. Releasing the string, he sent the arrow flying, and watched as the arrow struck a post, shattering the vial containing the potion. When the liquid splattered everywhere, he saw the quick reaction in the people near by. They all quickly began staggering. Within a minute they were all peacefully asleep, in the middle of the street.<br/><br/>Nodding in satisfaction, he repeated the action several times, pacifying the worst of the chaos. Slowly, the city began to settle into silence. The chaos of the poison was at an end.... now to begin the desperate fight to stay alive. Splendid.<br/><br/>Just then, the drunkard behind him came around, and began mumbling. Turning, the ranger watched for a minute, and decided he was sober enough to talk. He knelt before the lad, helping him to sit up slightly to make him more comfortable.<br/><br/>"Easy now... just take it slow. You're fine. How are you feeling? I need to ask you some questions."