Ithelus looks on in despair at the brutality in front of him. He begins to lower his crossbow. You can't help them by getting killed. No way going near that thing is going to keep you alive. For the first time since he had fled the Cathedral tower in Delbrez Ithelus was reminded of his true nature, of his cowardice.

bringing the stock back up into his shoulder he takes aim once again and squeezes the trigger.

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Another aimed shot
attack roll (1d100)[72]
damage (1d10+4)[12]