The cleric & thief don't make it.

Five twenty-sided and two percentage dice tumbling across the table which are greeted with a forlorn sigh by the brown eyed beauty and a loud “fucking dice!” by an upset Ragar.

“Pfft.” Vivian cannot help but laugh. “Fumbled on one and failed the other. Serves you right for 'running in the shadows.'”

“Hmph.” Brian gives out a slight laugh at his girlfriend's commentary. “'Running in the shadows', sounds like some bad 1980's rock song.”

“I think that would be 'Runnin' with the Shadows.'” Saul corrects, “And it was from the late 70's.”

“More like 'Stumbling into the Shadows.'” You cannot help yourself.

“So it's Ragnar the Shadow Stumbler?” Saul grins, which brings a roar of laughter and approval, save from Ragnar who silent glares at everyone and then flatly announces, “Fuck you all.”

“Shadow Stumbler,” you for all eternity confirm David's new nickname, “you're not alone.”

David looks over and sees Sandra's failed roll, which causes the buxom brunette to wave meekly. “We're both in this one.”

This causes a toothy grin from the trash-talking rogue. “Looks like we're going to be doing some . . . hard . . . hard . . . time together, sweet . . .”

Ragnar is unable to complete his sentence, being silenced by a swift kick in the shins under the table by the party's druid, Vivian.

“Fucking hey, woman!” The pain puts a brief angry scowl on the usually jovial jokester of the party, before he regains his comic form. “The clean cut ones always turn out to be the freaks, especially in jail. I bet the priestess of purity here is going to make me her jail-yard bitch when I drop the soap in the shower.”

David laughs as he is able to pull his legs away from a second strike by the druid.

“Okay, settle down you two.” You command as you give a quick glace over at Sandra who seems, thankfully, not to be taking David seriously. “Sir Michael, Eaubonne and Sir Robert" you continue "you're able to make your escape, because the guards from far off see Rae and Ragnar, who have tripped over each other's feet, and are now moving quickly upon them.”

Before you can proceed David boldly announces, “I grab the buxom Rae around her slender sexy waist, drawn my sword and declare, 'Away with you vile curs, you will not have this wench, her delectable tender goods have been paid for in full, and her bodice will be ripped opened by my hands alone!'”

Brian slaps his face into his hands while Vivian glares at you clearing wanting divine intervention to strike Ragnar down. Sandra, for her part, laughs, greatly amused by the thief's shenanigans.