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The city of Ocllo, as many in the Dark Facet, is mostly deserted. Provisioners and shopkeepers clamor over each other to do business with anyone. Those who live on this forgotten isle know who has the better deals and the freshest goods.

Ryjen and Gryhm had gone to town to set up supply lines for the future Dominion army. Celebrakka stayed back as he was helping pack up Ryjens’ Lab supplies onto The Condor, Gryhms flagship. The bulk of the ship crew had also gone to town for ale and debauchery, for they were not sure when they would see landfall again.

“Hello! Dr. Boom Pots! You here?” came a voice from outside. Celebrakka paused as it took him a moment to recognize the voice… and then it hit him. Burfoot had dropped by to see Ryjen.

Celebrakka looked around “My bow, where is my damn bow!” he found it in the corner just as the door was opening and let loose an arrow taking Burfoots floppy hat off his head.
“You!” Burfoot said with a start and jumped back into a defensive posture and reached for his shield and war fork strapped behind him. “What are you doing here? This isn’t your home! What have you done with my friend!”

Celebrakka said nothing and let loose several more arrows, each blocked by Burfoots shield until he changed his aim and caught the halfling in the thigh. Bur tried to ignore the pain and dropped his weapon as he grabbed the arrow to pull it from his leg.

Two more arrows caught Burfoot in his right shoulder and forearm. Burfoot then ran for the trees as best that he could, to put some distance between him and a very skilled archer. Another arrow just missed Burfoot as he ducked behind an oak tree. He pulled the arrows from him and applied a bandage to hopefully stop the bleeding.

“The trees won’t help you small one, I will hunt you down. It’s only a matter of time.” Celebrakka picked up Burfoots weapon. “Now that you are unarmed, it will be like hunting a small worthless injured animal”.

Burfoot swallowed the contents of a heal potion he had in his backpack, and reached in for another weapon but decided to wait on that and grabbed two other potions instead.
He watched as Celebrakka crouched and peered around tree to tree hunting him. He reached down and felt around for a rock or small stone, finding one he tossed it passed Celebrakka in an attempt to distract the Elf.

Celebrakka turned quickly in the direction of the rock and Burfoot jumped up and tossed the two explosion potions at him, both detonating on impact with the ground sending dirt and debris into the archers’ face. “My Eyes! I can’t see!” Celebrakka screamed in agony as he rolled on the ground.
Burfoot ran up and grabbed Celebrakka by the robe and punched him in the face knocking him unconscious.

Burfoot sat on the Elf’s chest and held his arm, which was hurting more than the throbbing in his leg. The halfling forced himself up and walked over to the home of Ryjen after picking up his war fork and floppy hat. Stepping inside he noticed nearly all the experiments and alchemy supplies were gone or in boxes. He also noticed something new in the corner. A guild stone, one that wasn’t here on his last visit, and as he looked it over, he noticed something that made his heart sink. Ryjen was on the stone, under the names of Celebrakka and Gryhm Greymalkin.

“I must get home and report this to the old man.” Burfoot turned and headed to the door.
“Resourceful little bugger aren’t you?” exclaimed a voice from the door.
Burfoot looked up and saw Gryhm in the doorway. His arm and leg sore he jumped back as best he could and was ready with weapons in hand.

“Don’t let him leave!” screamed Ryjen from behind Gryhm.
Ryjen threw a handful of explosion potions at Bur and they caught him in his shield, blowing him through the back wall and onto the grass outside.

Gryhm looked at Ryjen who could do nothing but smile and shrug. As the two men made their way around back, Burfoot was gone.
“We need to leave and quickly. If he has made it home, it will be only a matter of time that we’ll have the entire army on the doorstep. As great as your prowess may be with a sword Gryhm, I doubt even you could take them all.”
“Agreed” nodded Gryhm “The men should be back soon and we will leave once there is enough to man the ship. Let the stragglers find their own way off this rock.”


An hour later, Shanla had made her way back from Skara Brae. She was startled to see a small trail of blood leading into Kenderholm. There on the floor holding a shield torn like parchment, was Burfoot.
“Oh by the gods!” Shanla dropped to her knees to look him over “Burfoot, can you hear me?” she rolled him over and was shocked to see his injuries. She was more shocked when Bur opened his eyes.
“Dr. Boom Pots is a very bad man” was all he could say as he passed out in her arms.