-----Jeilin was with him, and Whisper was there too, despite his misgivings at the elf's motivations. Sol lowers his blade and steps forwards, slowly and steadily. In a rare moment, the warrior chose a different path and composes his face into a cold, steady gaze. Though he still grips the Lathanian sword with practiced ease, he keeps the sword point down, implying his intentions to not devolve into violence.... yet.
-----In a voice laced with contempt, Sol addresses the inn's patronage, "Kill th' mage, or any o' th' local folk ye hold here, an' I'll ensure that none o' ye leave Ku alive. I'll give ye a chance... leave this place, th' village behind, now, an' ye'll escape wi' yer lives. Do otherwise, an' I'll make good on my word - an' doubt me not, though I've killed more than a score o' ye tonight, Morosh's pathetic hide included, I've yet to get even close t'satisfaction." Deliberately, methodically he takes the opportunity to sweep his gaze around the room, catching the eyes of whoever would meet his glare.
-----Seeing the reaction from the elf, Jeilin squints into the dark corners of the inn. But as the Gorian moves forward, she quickly follows behind, placing a hand on his arm to stop him before he steps inside, and whispers a few words to him.
-----“Yer in no position t’bargain,” hisses the hobgoblin angrily standing near the door. “Yer mage friend dies if ye don’ drop yer sword n’ maybe some of my mates’ll visit the old ones upstairs.” The soldier steps back so that the trio of heroes can enter. “Now drop yer weapons and get in here!”
-----Scuffling and chairs slamming give hints that some of the ‘patrons’ in the common room have risen from their seats to help usher the ‘guests’ inside. Oddly, toward the middle of the room, a dwarf and four rough-looking humans rise from a table and move toward the back of the room.
-----“Don’t worry about me . . .” Jyan says before he is interrupted by a punch to the gut by one of the hobgoblins.
-----“Shut yer mouth!” it sneers back at the mage in its partner’s grip.
-----Sol smiles grimly, though there is little humour in the thin line his lips draw, and his eyes have a hollow glaze to them as they gauge a path to the stairs. His free hand offers a half wave to Jeilin, signaling the priestess to begin whatever she had planned. The Gorian had offered the tavern scum a chance, but he was not the sort to relinquish his arms. Jyan had made his call, and Sol assumed that the mage would prefer those upstairs to be saved over his own life. The only response he made to the hobgoblin was, "Yer loss."
-----Blue eyes flickered down, back up.
-----Calmly, Whisper’s head turned back to regard the occupants of the common room, and those along the back wall more specifically.
-----Nothing else about him moved, but he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, ready to spring forward, and he readied his left hand to draw the dagger.
-----He was close now. After so long, he was finally close.
-----Thunder rumbles overhead and glare from the lightning flashes in through the window. Some of the humanoids stop in their tracks, especially those moving toward Sol. For a moment, they appear to be struck as if dumbed by Sol’s simply reply.
-----Calmly, while this is taking place Jeilin begins reciting divine words while placing a hand to the Gorian’s back. No sound is coming from the side wall where Jyan is being held. In fact, the only detectable movement comes from the humans and the dwarf as they slink toward the base of the stairs.
-----As her prayer to the Star Wanderer comes to an end, Jeilin gently pats Sol’s neck. . .
-----With that, Sol suddenly lowers his armored shoulder and bull rushes those immediately in front of him. It almost appears as if the young warrior is trying to make a beeline for the stairs mowing through as many of the humanoids as he can!
-----At almost the same time, a bright flash comes from Jyan and the two hobgoblins suddenly fall back from him yelling in surprise.
-----Sol shoulders into one hobgoblin hitting it solidly. It stays on its feet but very quickly it finds that it faces the Lathanian sword. The Gorian instantly slays it and wounds another soldier before pressing forward.
-----Whether it was the weather outside, Sol’s quick charge or the spellfire from Jyan, the morale seems to quickly shift among the humanoids. They pause and many seem to back from the front door.
-----Perhaps it was the dwarf from near the stairs, but a rough voice clearly calls, “Run fer it!”
-----Three more hobgoblins fall dead as Sol continues forward while Whisper follows behind taking a soldier down with a badly injured leg wound.
-----Now about half of the room opposes the heroes while the other half of the humanoids move back toward the bar. Some actually turn their backs and hurry past the stairs as if heading toward a back exit.