The rest of the journey to Harraspor is largely uneventful. They arrive in the outskirts of the town just as evening begins to fall, and decides to stay in the first inn they come to. Tehk, of course, proceeds directly to the bar and starts to drink heavily. Thyden, their new human friend, joins her with gusto, as does Blaise and Rit, though it doesn’t take long before the pixies are passed out. Gnomes are smaller than dwarves, and so are their drink mugs, and their ale is not nearly as strong, but a mug of ale sized for any race other than a pixie is still the equivalent of giving the smallest party members each a keg all to themselves, and pixies have no word in their language for self-restraint.
Cham and Ferasar also take a mug each, but they do know the meaning of the word self-restraint, and do not indulge in the same way that the rest of the party does. In fact, after only one mug, along with a bowl of the hearty stew being served at the inn, they both decide that it’s been a long trip, and they head up to bed. Well, Cham heads for bed. As an elf, Ferasar has no need for sleep, but does go to his room for quiet rest, meditation, and prayer. Cham gently scoops up the pair of unconscious (and snoring) pixies and takes them up to his room with him.
This leaves only Tehk and Thyden in the common room, still drinking. Thyden gets up to get the next round of drinks (six at a time, of course). Tehk is definitely feeling her drink by now, and while she does admire the view of Thyden’s backside as he stands at the bar, she completely misses the small vial that he slips from his pouch along with the coins he uses to pay the innkeeper, and the small motion it takes for him to empty it into one of her mugs of ale.
During the night, Ferasar hears a noise coming from Cham’s room. Then he suddenly sits bolt upright as he senses someone casting Divine magic of some sort nearby. He runs out of his room and into Cham’s, noting in his haste that the door is ajar. He arrives just in time to see Thyden, carrying Cham over his shoulder, fade from sight as he completes a hastily cast teleportation spell. The light and heat from Ferasar’s futile blast through the place where the ‘archer’ once stood manages to wake the pixies, the adrenalin of fear and surprise temporarily overcoming the drink. They fly up in confused disarray as Ferasar runs to the window to look outside, knowing that such a hastily cast spell could not have much range. He is in time to see Thyden run around a nearby corner and out of sight. Heedless of the height, and his current lack of weapons, he jumps out of the window, injuring his ankle slightly, but still able to run after the retreating figure. He turns the corner, pixies just behind him, just in time to feel another sense of magic being cast and for a giant blob of night-black goo to slam into him and the pixies, pinning them to a nearby wall. Ferasar tries desperately to free himself, or at least free his hands and mouth so that he can cast a spell, but the sticky stuff holds him fast, and the poor pixies are completely covered in the stuff and hopelessly mired.
Seeing that his pursuers are well and truly stuck, at least for now, Thyden smiles gloatingly and approaches the stuck trio, Cham still slung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. “You lot really are fools for trusting me so easily, you know. A few days playing nice in the wilderness, and I’m one of the gang. It’s a pity about the dwarf, though. She was quite a lot of fun. Well, I must be off before you manage to work your way free. It’s too bad that I don’t have time to finish you right now, but I expect I shall have another chance, if I’m any judge of your tenacity. Ta ta for now, gang!” With a final gloating laugh, he leisurely casts another spell and fades from sight again.
Eventually, Ferasar does work his way free of the goo, and frees the pixies as well. Rit is frantic, and desperately flits around, calling loudly for Cham. She flies off into the darkness alone, still calling and eventually screaming for Cham. Ferasar, knowing that Thyden is long gone now, trudges back to the inn with Blaise. On the way back, he finally has time to consider: Where is Tehk? She is normally the first into the fray, and that goo would have barely slowed her down. She’s sure to have heard the commotion, unless…
Ferasar suddenly breaks into a run, surprising the pixie, who picks up speed to keep up with the sprinting elf. “What’s wrong?” she asks. Ferasar ignores her and continues running. He stops as he bursts through the doors. There in a pool of her own blood, is Tehk. It appears that she had passed out or fallen asleep, and Thyden had taken the opportunity to quietly slit her throat. The innkeeper was up against one of the ale kegs, arrows keeping him pinned there and causing ale to mingle with the pooling blood on the floor. Most of the arrows appear to be in painful, but non-fatal places, but one arrow, or rather the feathers of one arrow sticks out from between the unfortunate gnome’s eyes. His bar rag has been shoved in his mouth as a gag.
Ferasar does remember some noise from downstairs earlier, but he had dismissed it as Tehk just having some fun. Now he realizes that it had been Thyden who had been having fun this time.
As the elf stands there stoically taking in the scene, and Blaise is quietly sick in a corner, Rit arrives. She is sobbing as she clings to Ferasar. “I can’t find him! Why did he take him? Where is heeeee?!” She doesn’t seem to notice the scene of carnage at first. “I don’t know, Rit,” Ferasar says in a raspy, emotion-ridden voice, “but I promise you. We will find him… and when we do,” his voice takes on a growl that can only come from a being with demonic ancestry, “we’ll be sure to make Thyden wish we’d never been born.”