[Suzerain of Sheol]

Sicarius: Listen 1d20 + 2 = 10 vs. DC 6
Sicarius Spot 1d20 + 2 = 10 vs. DC 10

Delver. Aspirant. Hearken. A Soul Approacheth. The Scion Of Yon Artificer, If Common Scent Be Of Aught Significance. Thou Wert Charged To Warneth Of Intrusion, Pray Do So. This Flesh Lacketh The Artifice For Baser Speech.

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Horace tentatively rises to his feet, keeping a frightful eye on Harper's mace. For all his bravado in the face of imminent death, he does not cherish the thought of being beaten to death.

The smith makes no move to assail him, however.

"It ain't robbery if you agree to help us, Harp." Marl still holds her saber, either not trusting the smith to remain docile, or to ensure that he does. "You know as well as any this has gone far enough. They've got to go."

"What are ye? Five? An old woman, this blundering dunce, and a couple young folk that might account for a guard or two between them. I'm not for hanging when they find out I armed ye. Y'want steel, ye'll not have it with Harper's blessing." The smith sighs bitterly. "But I can't rightly fight ye off, either. 'specially not that big bastard y'got there. That yer boy, Marl?"

His question goes ignored. "If you're trying to stall 'til help shows up, it ain't happening. Open the forge, Harp. Get this over with. Once we're done with Casper, I'll even pay you back."