Helga looks curiously at the overgrown lizard -- who introduced himself as Cheth -- with more than a hint of incredulity. These.... dark dwarves.... these fire-vulnerable poison-resistant creatures... these cruel slavers... they are subpar beings by dint of their acts. Surely they do not deserve the dragonborn's mercy!

Besides, it's not as if the team is going to let him live. That warforged bard looked angry enough to rip him to pieces, for one. And they certainly can't have him going off and preparing his compatriots for their presence.

Helga tut-tutted at the cleric's naive idealism. Holding to your ideals might do very well for a scholar ensconced in a library, or a cleric in a monastery. But showing kindness or mercy to one's enemies would certainly be misconstrued as a sign of weakness. In such a dog-eat-dog world, where one must kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. Circle of life, after all.

Any hint of irritation the changeling felt is quickly suppressed. She clearly has lots of practice in deception.

"Honorable dragonborn, I... admit I was not thinking clearly when I boiled the dwarf earlier. I was blinded by a bloodlust driven by avarice then. That is no longer the case now. Rest assured that if he dies, it will not be by my hand."

"No, brother. I only do this to ensure that he does not try anything funny during our interrogation. It won't do to have him puncture us with poison, would it?"

Helga continues plucking out Erik's beard hairs until he's as smoothly-shaven as a baby. She stashes the poisonous quills, brimming with a surge of satisfaction.

Spend one healing surge. Regain 11+4 = 15 HP

Upon leaving the bedroom, Helga notices the robot on all fours, frantically scraping at the walls and floor. Poor thing, he shouldn't be consoling himself like that. And in public too. What was his name again? Oh yes, Clock, wasn't it? That's what Cheth told her. What a team they were. Cal, Clock, Cheth, Carrmondo, and Cordok.

"There there, honeybuns," Helga says as she sidles up to Glock. "Ah know it's hard, but what can we do but to move on?" Helga slips off her lucky charm, and adorns the warforge's neck with it.

"Sugah, ah've seen what you can do. And ah shure like what ah see. Look me up tonight, it'll make us both feel better" she whispers in what appears to be his ear.

Give Lucky Charm to Glock and equip Amulet of Health.
Pang, it appears no one was interested in Delic's Holy Symbol of Amaunator. Can we just retroactively say I picked it up? (It's one of the treasures from the kruthik encounter)

Most amazing jew boots