I should have known that we could not leave the fate of what seems to be this entire town to the skills of our rogue, even with the help of the vampire headmaster. Even so, I was blessed by the gods to have possibly the greatest companion to ever have walked this cursed world. Yldris more than proved his worth to the party this night in his storytelling performance and the way that he misled the guards as Zalkin and I slipped away into the dungeon depths. I hope the guards have not treated by beloved pet too harshly, or my ire during this next convoluted plan may be directed towards them.
We slipped into the dungeon only to see that all hell had broken loose. Darkened hallways lit with nothing more than the fiery breath of a dragonborn turned dragon, with a blue-skinned rogue on its back wielding nothing more than the silken rope from her hair. I cursed them before throwing myself into the fray with a vengeance. There were some things only a paladin could do.
The guards needed to be felled, but their lives did not need to be ended. I did my best to be gentle in my blows, only dealing blows that would knock them unconscious. These were the men of the man we were trying to save. I would not hurt the men of a good man, no matter the situation. That was a much harder sentiment to get through to my party, but eventually it stuck.