Celebration.

When you awaken, you set about the task of taking inventory of the items you stole.

While you work, Kyra finds her way over to Uklag's two companions by the fire, and the three of them share a wine bottle.

Your work is interrupted, however, when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a happy sight: Uklag, not only alive, but walking, albeit with the help of his staff.

You smile, walking over to the limping warlock, greeting him.

"Some trick you pulled, taking down that gate."

The warlock scowls back at you. "Well, it was quite the achievement even for me. What happened after I got knocked out of action?"

His obvious discomfort amuses you, and your grin widens mischievously. "We killed everyone and took their stuff."

Uklag breathes deeply a few times before speaking again. "I guess that means out cooperation is over, what happens n-"

"Mashtur~!" comes a drunken shout from the assassin Alratha, “Shtop being a *hick* paranoid demonlover and try this stuff, its amaaaazing."

The mage raises an eyebrow scornfully at the drunken trio. "I do not drink." He states, flatly.

Being mindful of his wound, you gently clap him on the back, chuckling. "You do now!" Then, with great care, you begin to push him towards the wine-addled women.

"If you insist. At least it should dull the pain." Uklag concedes, voluntarily crossing the remaining distance.

You follow him over, and find Alratha goading him into drinking more heavily. Requisitioning a bottle of your own, you sit back, enjoying the warlock's obvious discomfort.

You don't remember the rest of the night, save how it ended. Just before it happened, you saw a change in Uklag. Up until them he had been jovial, friendly, and extremely intoxicated, but suddenly his smile vanished, and his eyes went dead. When he started to move, his apprentice, sensing his motives, threw up a shield of water between the gathered revelers and him. A moment later the campfire became a pillar of blindingly bright blue flames, roaring into the sky.

"Enough of these games." The warlock sneers, contempt filling his tone. "I'm going to sleep. Catherine, Alratha."

Uklag gives you a slight nod, turning to leave. "I will leave after dawn. If you wish to see me go or not is up to you."

With that, Uklag goes, his women in toe, leaving you and Kyra alone, too stunned to speak.