He swung furiously, I rolled beneath it. I sprung up from behind the brute, wrapped the chain round his throat, and pulled it tight. His roar died with a gurgle as his crushed trachea denied his last breath. The keys now in my possession, I moved to release Hawk and the gnome. Hawk had trained a couple rats, and insisted I leave my chains with them to continue the clanging. The gnome had apparently had his own escape plan, and had tunneled into the walls. He surfaced behind the gong that had a large enough hammer for him to use as a weapon. I grabbed the guard's dagger, Hawk took his bludgeon, and we three went off to save the women.
Rounding the stairs, we heard two clangs, as the cleric slammed her chamber pot over their guards head, and used his bludgeon to fix it in place. Now armed with several weapons, misfitting armor, and two sets of keys, we set off in search of our effects
We were unable to find Panther-Man, but we did find our gear. It was guarded by a fat man. He seemed far more interested tallying the price for our goods, than guarding it. We burst through the door and sprang upon him. I had chains around his neck before he could set down his pen. We found his keys and a map in his desk, grabbed our gear, and planned our escape.
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