[Enemy Phase]
Maybe it's the survival instinct, maybe it's just a delusional thought that he can still survive but Burt tries anyways. Raising his his axe he let's out a brutal war cry as he attacks Rosalyva.
Burt is much too sluggish; Rosalyva's sword opens a large wound, a straight line across his abdomen that makes the leader fall over. He is desperately trying to get up, trying to raise himself with his arms but doens't have the strength. "M-my... M-my promotion..." Are his last words. His eyes close.
[Victory!]
Final Results:
Looking around the party will notice that the priest is nowhere in sight. He probably ran off in fear. You get the feeling however that he is not calling for reinforcements. He was way too scared for that.
Rummaging through Burt's belongings you find the keys to the jailhouse. Opening the door that Burt was guarding reveals a completely windowless room. The sides are lined with jails, and inside them are young men and women. Teenagers, most of them younger than yourselves. They all cower away from the jail bars as you open the door. They look surprised, scared, hungry and tired. However, someone comes forward. Unlike the others, he isn't a teenager. A fairly old man, with messy dirty gray hair and visible wrinkles comes forward.
"You aren't the jail guards." This affirmation seems to calm the youngsters around him. "Who are you?"