Smokey puffed away at his pipe and blew the smoke around him, the better to obscure the vision of the chaos gods. That bastard priest had gotten away. As much as he admired a clever foe, he had to admit a dead foe was usually a lot less trouble. He really hated this sort of loose end.
They still had the rest of the complex to investigate. They might still get him. But there was still the unknown of who had sent the vast amount of copper coins. There was a tunnel to the Underdark that needed to be investigated. And they needed to go up top and back to town. Interesting times.
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