The Craterian gunship detonated with skull-rattling whump.
As the fireball’s light warmed the adventurers, they felt on top of the world—exhilarated by the thrill of victory…
…but then Titus spoke up. “That was quite a debacle, wasn’t it?”
“Hey, it could have gone worse,” remarked Fae. “At least we didn’t lose anybody.”
“But that’s just it. During the three weeks that we’ve spent in this awful city, our every action has made us more enemies than we can kill!”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
Elka smirked. “We just blew up a Craterian airship full of what were likely to be their best-trained men and women. That’s a victory in my book.”
“We’ve been too quick to forget why we had those airships on our tail in the first place!” Drawing a sharp breath, Titus ran his gloved hand over his shaven head. “That blasted tiefling told us we’d need equipment to sneak into the warforged concentration camp at the quarry, and—” Titus held up his pointed fingers above his ears in a crude caricature of their contact— “What better a place to find it than in the Craterian armory. Did I mention I’m their boss, only I don’t care much for this job and I don’t trust my money-hungry comrades at all, so you should release those warforged and kill my boss, so I’ll be out of a job and my subordinates will hate me? What an incredible load of bull this man served us, and we ate it right up!”