"Who said anything about taking him alive?" The halfling smirks, and kneels down to examine the burn marks on your legs in closer detail. Nothing too major, thankfully. "Oi, elf... did you think to bring some healing potions with you? This won't be pleasant to walk on if not..."<br/><br/><br/>With a sigh, the halfling looks down the hallway, over the remnants of the flaming rug and into the empty room.<br/><br/>"He's toying with us... leaving little clues, guards, and everything just to see us squirm." The halfling is, understandably, furious. "And he doesn't even care if he damages his own home to do it. Just how much faith does he have in this 'blood lord' of his?"<br/><br/>And, after a moment.<br/><br/>"But if he's using his home as a trap... would he still be here? Where?"