Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20131015023458/@comment-11457306-20131017112151

They had to pull Kane off of Corana before he killed her. Ordinarily they would have just enjoyed the show, but one of them, an older man, had the sense to realize they had not yet reached their goal and might still need the clever girl. So while Corana lay, barely conscious, in a pool of her own blood, the rest of them restrained Kane until he could think clearly again.

The old bandit poured a healing potion down the girl's throat. It wasn't enough to heal her broken fingers, but it healed her internal injuries and kept her from bleeding out. She was still in bad shape.

Kane studied the door. Then, grinning, he pulled a hexagonal shaped box out of his pocket and fit it into a matching shaped depression and twisted. The door clicked and swung open. He laughed. "I think we've found it." He looked down at Corana. "I don't think we're gonna need her anymore.  We'll see."