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Helana, who didn't move throughout the entire fight, turns to the people left in the bar,"well, that cleared the place pretty well, I think a few more people are on their way, then we can get started."

Exhausted and beathing hardly, Leo drops the somewhat "leftover" of the stool he just used as self-defence wapon. And is now silently watching the scene of the now almost empty pub. "I just tought things couldn't get worse! I thought to soon!", he mourns to himself.

Theroc ducks through the doorway, his face showing an uncharacteristic combination of curiosity and amusement. He gestures toward the door. "Who caused the mass panic?" His expression shows that he doesn't require a reply, despite his apparent curiosity, and he speaks again before anyone has time to reply. "No matter. I am here." Setting his shield down next to him, he sits down on the floor to avoid extended stooping due to the low ceiling.

"In all honesty, I didn't expect that to work" Selena volunteered, before quietly moving to sit to the side of the group. She observed everyone quietly from hooded eyes, stirring only to brush a strand of hair from her face and draw the sword, laying it across the table in front of her. The table creaked slowly under the weight.

Lyrao was hiding in one of the corners of the bar, having arrived hours earlier. She had been finishing off her evening meal, and had decided not to move when the bar fight had started moments after the Taurian Ranger had announced that she was the person to talk to about the call to arms.

Getting up, she silently moves across the room, before taking one of the empty seats Helena had motioned to and waiting for things to happen.

Mornin remained at his table the whole time watching the scene in amusement. He stared rather peculiarly at the lady who walked in the door, he smiled in amusement at her display. "Yea, you better run!" Mornin said to no one in particular. He then walked toward the rest of those that were left and looked at each of them with a blank stare then down at the halfling. "stabbing people is a poor way to make friends" Mornin spoke quietly and stared wild eyed as if he hadn't spoken to anyone in years.

Dancing, with two small cuts on his arm and two groaning victims at his feet, he avoided killing if possible, turned to the new arrival. He had been on his way to the ranger when he was pulled into the unjust fight.

Her strange form enchanted him, and he stopped feeling huike, the excitement or fervor of the fight.

He stepped forward, silently, and pulled one of his blades from its leather sheath, offering it to the new arrival for her to take and then give back as a symbol of peace and friendship.

"Gah! That halfwit halfling almost got us all killed! If I thought there was any chance they let me back in, I'd have half a mind to go back to the Order and be done with this fool's errand. At least books don't randomly stab people and set of wild barroom brawls!"

Fuming, Carduneglin turns to Helana, "You!" He points accusingly.

"You set that bloodmad halfling on us! Can you think of no better way to achieve solitude than through senseless violence? Any number of spells could have made our planning go unnoticed by the other patrons. Even something as mundane as whispers, or leaving the premises would have served equally if not better. Or was that perhaps a test? To see what our reactions would be in the face of danger. Well I hope you've gathered what you need to know of our characters from this pointless blood letting!"

With a slight bow of her head, Selena accepted the blade from the man before returning it to his hand. It was odd to see someone perform the greeting of the Plains tribes - she hadn't been there for some years. As he withdrew, she observed the tribal tattoo styles that marked his arm.

The son of the Elder? I wonder why he's here Selena thought to herself, before switching her attention to the girl who she assumed was Helena.

Mornin watched this strange ritual between the two. Was it a greeting? a sign of respect? a swearing of allegiance? he reached into his pack and withdrew a tiny back book and quill which he then proceeded to right down some notes.

Helana turns to Carduneglin, "I didn't tell the halfling what to do, she chose that herself, although, I'll admit it was a good test of all of you."

 Nova left the water, dripping wet, entire body flushed from the slight corruption of the water, not that it effected the body any. Nova picked up the shield and dagger, the speared tail wrapping around the leg, as Nova once again began to move.

   

Krokul Kellvyg crouched observing the ferocity of the fight from his snug position in amongst the various alcohols and meat stored behind the bar, "Such ferocity, such beauty, such BLOOD!" he giggles to himself whilst attempting to climb down the drinks shelf and eventually letting go and falling into a flour sack at the foot of the bar. "Bonjour and good day, mes amis, my name is Dr Krokul Kellvyg, yes you may have heard of me, I am somewhat of a star back home.", he announces to those in the bar, awaiting awe and perhaps applause from the crowd around him, but alas recieving none, "Barbarians." he mutters to himself whilst climbing onto a stool using a tried and tested method of jumping and grabbing the next support up from his tiny hands. "So, the halfling girl, what's that all about?" he asks, jingling the various trinkets in his pockets, whilst attempting to find his pipe and tobacco.

Carduneglin turns to face the new comer and leans on his staff in amusement as the gremlin tries and eventually succeeds in climbing the bar stool. "My my, a living breathing Gremlin! And an apparently intelligent one at that! Quite fascinating. Tell me, what brings one of your kind so far from Rossada?"

Krokul takes a puff of his pipe, forming circles of smoke from the mouth, which drift up lightly and burst suddenly into soft clouds, and turns with a wry grin to Carduneglin, "What brings any sane Rossadan away from the frosty island we call home?" Krokul attempts to use his teeth to twist open a bottle of wine lying on the counter, "Wanderlust, science, fame, fortune, the lot. Plus, well, the ladies love us." he winks at one of the female villagers who scurries away in disgust. "Quick question, how much do you want for the body, dissection of these halflings is a rare thing and well my latest book ain't a bible yet, quite a lot of their bodies are burnt by religi-nuts  for being an "abomination of the gods" you know?" he produces a tiny bag from his coat pocket, "I'll give you 20 romulii, ten centuvo"