| Prang decides after weighing the proes and cons on a course of action.
"'Tis easy enough to create a magical trap that goes off later when
they are well and away from here," Prang thinks aloud, "In fact I have
the perfect thing right here. It'll just take a few hours of uninterrupted......"
Knock. Knock.
Prang mutters a vile oath under his breath, putting down the spell components
he'd begun to gather. Then, slipping into the senile facade he always wore
outside in public, he answers the door!
"Eh, whatta ya want with old Prang?" he asks in a creaky voice, smiling.
His smile almost falters in shock when he sees who's behind Karin.
Jarlath and company had, upon the apparent good fortune of stumbling
upon those within the retirement castle to not throw away a lucky stroke
given them. Instead of finding an inn and then in the morning to strike
out for the retirment castle and THEN getting permission to see one of
the residents within by the management, all had agreed (albeit reluctantly)
to instead push on a little more and finish this quest NOW (instead of
after a good nights sleep).
"Sorry, Master Prang," Karin says with something almost like sincerety
in her voice, "But you have some visitors who I sure you'd like to talk
with."
"Oh, right away! Right away!" Prang says, sounding childishly
delighted while fearing the worst, "Bring the dearies right in!"
-
 There is
still just a chance that the youngsters are just here for the herb....and
not his head!
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