There was the sound of breaking glass and general chaos above them. Fallow’s eyes widened as he turned back to Shortbeak. The next thing she knew, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and thrown her bodily across a table, just moments before the door was blown open and dark forms spilled into the inn. The next few minutes was a flurry of horror as more than twenty of the brigands descended, spilling from the entrances and from the upstairs, cutting off all avenues of escape. The two soldiers outside were easily overwhelmed, leaving the unarmed majority to the dubious protection of their hopelessly outnumbered guards.