Talos sheathed his sword and seized the netherese wizard. Clapping special anti-magic irons on him to prevent Sorvor from escaping. "Right. Let's get this piece of trash back down to the yard for judgement!"

"YYYYYYYEEARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!" a less charbroiled War Scribe screamed at the top of her lungs as she regained consciousness.

The wizard with his hands bound was unable to cover his ears from the ear splitting shriek and was stunned in place.

Talos once again grabbed the wizard by the chains and headed back down the tower with the party in tow. He really didn't want to know what just rose up from the stone floor.

Willow, Irzen, Serna and Neven followed Talos' lead realizing that War Scribe would catch up with them the moment she stopped screaming.

Madeous shook his head in disbelief, "....Another drow?!" Sighing he ushered the group to follow Talos back down.

"You've got something against drow, Madeous?" Irzen inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't have a problem with you, Lord Irzen. I have a problem with the insane ones." Madeous stated.

"And what did the insane ones ever do to you?" The Swordsman inquired, "You don't strike me as a man who frequents The Underdark."

It took the party a mere five minutes to traverse the stairs back down and out to the barracks yard where The Bronze Man and Alyson stood. A young boy of about ten years old ran up to Lazheros and whispered something to him. He waited for a response from the Bronze Man and then ran off back out into the streets.

"Well, what now?" Irzen asked no one in particular.

Without warning, War Scribe's screams stopped and suddenly the Drowling stood before them with her tome and quill pen in hand, "Now we get to see some old-fashioned Asylum style justice? Aren't we Bronze Man or Lazerhos or whatever you are calling yourself these days? Mwuaha! Ha! Ha!"

"Careful, Chronicler of Validor that you don't over step your bounds. This place is protected by Bahamut. It would be most unfortunate if you were erased from history," The Bronze Man gave War Scribe a hard stare. He turned to the wizard in chains, "And for you, Sorvor. Judgement awaits you at the Temple of Bahamut."

"Funny you should say that, Lazerhos," The Chronicler smiled with an evil grin as she opened her tome and began to record the events that were about to transpire, "I was going to give you the exact same warning. Validor ill favors those who mistreats his Chroniclers."

Lazheros raised his arms and the entire group disappeared and reappeared within the main hall of the Temple. The Bronze Man walked away from the party and stood upon the dais. To his right and left stood a row of paladins and knights. Talos ushered the wizard up in front of the party and stopped him just twenty feet before the Bronze Man.

Alyson and Madeous stepped away from the others to await the arrival of some familiar faces. Walking up behind was Gabe and the thieves guild entire. Sarafina and Jasper came forward with the Relic. They stopped and faced the group. "Who among you was chosen to claim the Relic?"

"We all were," Irzen stepped forward bravely, "It was a group effort to reclaim it. Our success would not have been possible had we not acted as a team."