Larsony screamed, her voice high and loud, body contorting with pain as her mind snapped back into her body. Controlling that fire monk had been difficult, but controlling him in addition to his acolytes while simultaneously keeping track of each party member – that had been pushing the very limits of her abilities. Dropping to her knees in a maneuver that was probably a bit too practiced (ahem), she loosed a howl of pain before flopping over, passed out, blood oozing from her mouth and nostrils.<br/><br/>“Well, I guess that’s that,” Staniel said, looking over at Mylin, his expression placid. He’d expected the group to escape, after all.<br/><br/>“Too bad you didn’t foresee that,” Mylin snapped back at the youthful profit, gesturing towards Larsony’s collapsed body.<br/><br/>Staniel shrugged, a delicate motion for the handsome man. “My vision is not unlimited. Some outcomes cannot be easily predicted. This was one. A mere side-result though. Nothing to worry about.”<br/><br/>“Not nothing to worry about,” Mylin said with a sigh, anger evaporating. “We’ll need to get the guild together and prepare a proper group, not just mercenaries and Larsony. This little threesome is going to require real risk for us to net any profit, especially after this.”<br/><br/>Chasen stepped forward, doughy flesh shifting into that of a tall, lean, dark skinned man. “Shall I retrieve our investment in the mercenaries, Mylin?”<br/><br/>Mylin considered a moment, nostrils flaring as she weighed whether or not it was worth the risk of recouping their funds or rushing pursuit of the group. Eventually, prudence and greed reigned over battle lust. “Go. And when you return, attend Larsony. No doubt her pride will require massaging.” Turning to Staniel, she waved a hand in a different direction. “Summon the guild. Everyone you foresee as being useful to us. Acquire a teleportation scroll or two while you’re at it.” She paused, looking in the direction of the stables, then continues, “They might have a day or two, but we’ll be on their asses soon enough.”<br/><br/>“As you wish,” Staniel said, all humility now, as he wandered off to obey his leader’s wishes.<br/><br/>Turning back to study Larsony’s unconscious body, Mylin briefly considered having a little fun at the attractive woman’s expense, then decided that this wasn’t a good time for being perverse or childish. There were more important matters to attend for now. Like keeping anyone else from reaching the trio before she and her guild could. From the sheer amount of the bounty offered, she knew she’d have her hands full right up to the point that she acquired them. With a heavy sigh, Mylin activated the shadowy gemstone on one of her bracers. Instantly, her body became as smoke, a shadow billowing on the wind in the direction of the harbor. Which was where, coincidentally, another group of skilled mercenaries was just about to debark. Too bad they’d never find the trio’s trail – not with Mylin distracting them.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'd like Dean's absence to be fairly significant; the risk for his death shouldn't feel meaningless, so it'll be at least a night before he returns. During the next day or so the guild will be pretty occupied, so feel free to post rotations until you've gone through the night. Arky, you lucky bastard...</div></div>