After having gathered up, the party returned to the convoy, only to find their drunk companion, Jack, sniffing and nuzzling the body of their guide. Paying it no mind, each of them go about taking a short rest, before coming back together to decided what to do next. Surprisingly, they are able to quickly come up with an idea.

But before anything could take place, Artemis made it a point to deal with their crazy "friend",  Wendelin, who had once again attacked an ally.

Nezarec, "djgairbgaib."

Artorias, "The rock says we should just kill her, I also must concur."

Artemis, "Shouldn't we try to talk to her first?"

Nicky, "SHE SHOT ME!"

Both Artorias and Nezarec shrugged at the idea, ignoring the still injured guard's cries, but made no objections. So Artemis walked over to the still unconscious Wendelin, and very "gently" slapped her straight across the face. However, whether to her lack of strength or Wendelin's repeated head trauma, Artemis wasn't able to wake her up with that blow. But, being the good samaritan he was, Artorias politely offered his services, taking his fist and bonking Wendelin over the head.

Wendelin, "MOT*******ER!

Jolting back to the world of the living, Wendelin was first brought to face with very tired Artemis and a smug-looking Artorias. Seeing that Wendelin was now awake, Artemis wasted no time at giving her the pitch.

Artemis, "Look, here's how it is, we are gonna let you go. BUT, we want it so that you don't kill any more of our allies."

Nicky, "I'm not dead!"

Wendelin, "What if they're an enemy?"

Artemis, "That's fine, but just don't attack any of us."

Wendelin, "But I didn't, I only attacked that guard."

Artemis, "Yah, but she was helping us."

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~The Real World~

Wendelin's player, "....Wait...The guard was a girl?"

Everyone, "......."

DM, "....Why does it matter now?"

"Well I wouldn't have attacked her if she was a chick."

"........."

Nicky's actor, "Wow, sexist much?"

Wendelin's player, "Well, yah."

Both the DM and many members of the session proceeded to mentally facepalm and lament over the entire situation where an entire relationship of conflict could had been avoided if only some was paying attention.

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Artemis takes a quick sigh, "Look, can you just promise to not kill anyone that we don't tell you to, and in exchange...."

Wendelin, "In exchange what?"

Artorias points his thumb over at Nezarec, "In exchange he doesn't squeeze you until your brain pops."

Wendelin, "........deal."

"Well alright then."

Within seconds, Artmeis cuts Wendelin's bonds and then heads over to Esmery to mediate until it is time for the party to leave. Artorias look over the witch one more time, before going over to rest by a nearby tree. Seeing that she was free to go about her own business, Wendelin went towards the forest, aiming for the location where the party had tossed the corpses of the goblins. As she got up to move, she realized that the giant rock had begun to follow her, it seemed he planned to watch her in case she did anything. Laughing at her self, Wendelin went about to execute her original plans.

Meanwhile, both Cole and Damaia planned to scout on ahead of the party, gathering whatever intel they could, before rejoining with the others, who would be lagging behind them. And so, the party took a quick rest as Damaia and Cole got ready to leave. Just as they were about to sneak away, Ozwald remembered he had a spell that would be able to provide some assistance. With a quick incantation, a thin hazy glow envelop Cole making him disappear, but soon after, in his place stood a similarly dress goblin. Realizing that their comrade had cast [Disguise Self] on him, Cole was surprisedbut pleasantly so. Cole and Damaia both give their thanks to Ozwald before they quickly bolt into the dense forest.

Soon after leaving, Wendelin came out of the tree line, Nezarec was close behind her giving the witch a strange look, she was carrying with her a dripping blood soaked bag. She casually walked up to the still prone and injured guide, shooing away Jack with some bottles of booze, she began her little "play".

Opening up her bag, she retrieved 3 severed goblin heads, ignoring the angry and fearful eyes of the girl beneath he, she went about placing each head around Nicky, one right above her, one to her left and one to her right. Taking a final glance at her work, Wendelin gave a satisfied smile, standing up and skipping off.

Nick was both relieved, yet further panicked. Just what where these heads for!? Was it some kind of dark magic? A blood ritual? A weird mind-game? Just as these question raced through her head, Nezarec's figure broke into her line of sight, staring down at her, then the goblin heads. Without saying a word, Nezarec raised his dwarven arm/leg and smashed each individual goblin head, splattering the remains of each skull all over the immobile guard.

Nicky wanted to cry, but couldn't mainly because she was all out of tears from using them all earlier, but also because she was just afraid that if she did anything, something worse could happen. Ever since meeting this party of weirdos she had been faced with nothing but near-death experiences, and now adding to that pile was the pure stink and humiliation of being covered in goblin blood.

But, much to her relief, not long after the blood had begun to dry out, everyone had up and left, following the two rogue's trail into the forest. Releasing a sigh of relief, Nicky was then left to wonder how the heck she was going to get out of there. Sadly, the thought had not even gone through her head, when an all to familiar face appeared right beside her, sniffing the new layer of blood on her. Stinking of fresh booze, Jack had also been left behind by the others and was now interested in the new "food" he had smelt.

"".........""

Nicky weeped in silence.