Almost in unison, Aegon’s and Michael’s blades strike deep into the man’s chest who lets out a gurgling cry before falling to the ground limp and unmoving as blood pools around him.  Checking to ensure the man was no longer a threat to the gnome woman, the wolf’s eyes focus on the group’s leader with the promise of pain should he try his luck.<br/><br/>The leader meanwhile looked at both of his fallen companions before looking at the opposition between him and the gnome woman.  “To the crows with it.” He swore venomously.  “Mark my words, you’ll all regret interfering this day!”  Reaching under his jacket, he withdrew an unmarked vial and drank from its contents in a hasty pull.  The moment he finished the beverage, his physical form burst into a faintly visible colored mist that proceeded to rise into drift up and away from the group using the rows and rows of crates and shelving to make good on his escape.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Loot</div><div class="spoiler_body">(x2) +1 chain shirt, +1 spiked chain, +1 battleaxe, masterwork composite longbow (+1 Str) with 20 arrows, sap, unusually marked discipline collar.</div></div>