Alyssa headed downstairs to check on Foxpaw, and found him rather
covered in muck.

"When I say..." the oracle started, then paused and shrugged her
shoulders, seeming to forget all about the lecture she was about to
give the kender on being both foolish and kenderish.

Alyssa looked up at the window and shook her head.

"Why people always have to solve things with violence, I do not know.
Honestly, what kind of assassin screws up something like that? If
you're going after a slig, then at least set up in the room that the
slig is going to be in. Sloppy, if you ask me," the woman gave her
expert opinion, and then seemed to remember Foxpaw.

"We should just wait out here," the woman suggested, taking great care
to keep her multi-colored patched robes out of the muck. Which was a
little too late, since they were already trailing in the muck outside.

"We should go shopping," the woman then declared, seeming to forget
the first suggestion altogether... and the fact that it was late at
night and the shops were closed... and the fact that their "comrades"
were fighting to the death with a slig assassin.