{OOC: ROFLMAO!
Alright, Everyone add 30 XP and see the OOC thread for the explanation.}
Roof of the foundry
As soon as the group lifts Ahlias out of the hole, a flaming crossbow bolt streaks from the rubble surrounding the large stone column. "Weak Flesh!" a powerful voice calls out from that direction. "Now you shall face Saber, greatest of the devoted followers of the Lord of Blades. Throw down the schema and walk away. This day does not have to end with your blood on my hands."
{OOC: surrender? Initiative? your call, gents.}