<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Apologies for the late post - things have been hectic for the last couple of weeks.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Following Kaelen's example, Alyssa  withdraws a length of rope from her belt pouch and binds the smaller catgirl's wrists and ankles, fastening the two behind the driver's seat with a sturdy knot. It should be more than enough to keep her prisoner in place, should she happen to wake up or shift around while unconscious. With her prisoner secured, Alyssa takes a moment to search the catgirl's pockets for hidden weapons or other tools before settling back on the carriage roof as Padma urges the horses forward.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Alyssa ties up Big Belly. (DC 29 to escape)<br/>Perception to search for hidden weapons: 1d20 (14) + 15 = 29</div></div></div><br/>The ride to Guiding Light is quiet, a state that Alyssa finds less relaxing than she had hoped. With the prisoners bound and unconscious, and the surviving patients in Dagnyr's care, there's little to occupy her thoughts, leaving her mind free to worry over the events of the night. As before, her contemplation yields few answers, but many questions, not the least of which is: what next? With Elona spirited away, their options are seriously limited; the information they can pry from the two Alley Cats will be crucial to revising their strategy. After that... well, best not to plan too far ahead. If the events so far are any indication, she'll be revising her strategy again soon enough...<br/><br/>The prickle of goosebumps on her forearms rouses Alyssa from her meditation, bringing her back to the present with a shiver. Looking down, she realized with some disgust that her arms are still covered in cat spittle and worse, along with the late driver and a good portion of the carriage roof. Here, at least, is a problem she can solve: with an arcane gesture, Alyssa draws a trace of magical energy from the air into the palms of her hands. Passing the spell over the spilled fluids, she begins whisking away the catgirl's mess; first from her arms, then the body, carriage top, and finally her uniform. She gives the roof one last sweep for good measure, then dismisses her magic as the carriages pull up in front of the Guiding Light Temple.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Alyssa uses her <span style="font-style: italic">prestidigitation</span> SLA. (2 uses remaining today)</div></div></div><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Welcome, adjutant," she says, nodding to Alyssa. "We are at the Watch's service. How may we-" her words cut off as she notices the body at Alyssa's side, and she quickly covers her mouth with one hand, though she's not quite fast enough to entirely hide the look of shock that crosses her face.</div></blockquote><br/>Alyssa jaw tightens for a moment as her recent troubles resurface, momentarily stirred by the priestess's concern. The sensation passes quickly, but not before leaving an unpleasant knotted feeling in her stomach.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to trouble you," she says, regaining her composure. "We have two injured in the other carriage, and this one..." she trails off, unable to bring herself to acknowledge the driver's obvious condition. Fortunately, she has a partner made of sterner stuff than herself with an impeccable sense of timing.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Dagnyr wrote:</cite>"You can't do anything for that one, sister, save give him his final rites."</div></blockquote><br/>Alyssa simply nods in agreement, allowing Dagnyr to step in and explain the situation in greater detail. While the paladin instructs his fellow Aurains, she flips open one of her larger belt pouches and withdraws her uniform cloak, still neatly folded for summer storage. She won’t need it for awhile yet, but it’ll make handling the driver’s body a slightly more pleasant task when the time comes.