She sat utterly flabbergasted for several seconds.
“We need some specialized help, but I’m busy, you think you could locate Forrest for me? And if you have any summoning pouches laying around, those would probably help.”
“I uh.. I’ll get on it.” she ended the conversation and slung her emergency kit over her shoulder. Now where would Forrest be?
Varrock Palace, nightfall.
The take over had confused many of the gang members, everything went according to plan and unfolded smoothly. Now all they had to do was keep the gates closed until their job was done. Tables were set up, and games of cards were played to help pass the time, along with mass looting, and some even decided to smash windows and destroy things for fun.
But now night had settled, and most of the gang were content just eating and drinking to kill time. To assure no prisoners escaped, they kept the Palace gate shut and locked with a few groups of prisoners in the courtyard, about a hundred people in total. A group of ten undead were positioned to watch after them.
They had their arms firmly tied together behind their backs, and not to mention the entire city was in a lock down, it was a hopeless situation. And to make matters worse, they were only scheduled to
eat every two days. Strolling into the courtyard laughing and with a cup of wine in his hand, Elder had planned on enjoying the fresh night air, and also to assure that none of his valuable prisoners were going to die. He had learned a person cannot go more than three days without water or they will die, so he intended to let them drink once in the morning, and once at night. Four masked men holding small cauldrons and with a ladle began to give the hostages their evening drink. They simply walked over to the person, took a ladle of water from the cauldron, and then held it to their lips so they could drink, and then moved on to the next person.
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