Andrea
*Liltja took off running towards the tavern and shoving her way inside, yanked open the door to the cellar.* "Come on!" *She yelled down into the cellar.* "The beast has its back turned, and we need to get all of you into the keep! It'll be safer than here with all the fire." *Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Tristan and picked him up, resting him on her hip as she started making sure everyone was able to get out.*
Kelly
"Come on, people. They'll lead us to safety." Vilod says, axe in hand. The people filed out of the cellar, only about 10 people total, the Imperials have the dragon distracted, but it won't last. The sound of wards shattering rings through the air. The survivors from the inn start making their way to the Keep
Micah
He waits by the door, eagerly gesturing people through, "Cute kid, doesn't look like a Gray-Mane, though." He says, "Adopted?" He asks bluntly, following the group out of the inn toward the Keep. Picking up a dead Imperial's sword as he moves.
Ralph
"Well then. No such thing as decorum in a battlefield, I wager." He says with a sly tone. He follows slightly toward the back of the crowd, watching behind them in case the dragon decides to turn around