Maxine
Shidori paused, torn between listening to Greed and Wrath. Her eyes danced between them for a moment, her stance loosening by the second, before she turned back to the enemy party. Golden eyes narrowed as she dropped her arms to her sides, as if goading them to attack her as there were many holes in her defences.

"As friendly as ever, Brakken." She whispered underneath her breath. "Are you people affiliated with the Cultists around here?"
Gregory
"Of course they're affiliated with the cultists, I'm fairly certain four suspicious individuals wouldn't just happen to be standing around the day we were contracted to hunt down *Four individuals*." Invola would rolls her eyes before whispering "Rise. Beast of ice." Anticipating what was bound to happen, she'd let the blue sphere form in her hand before dropping it on the ground behind herself, so if combat was initiated it would appear unexpectedly.
William
Korin likes the idea of not being outnumbered, as such she cancels he first cast and places their hand above the ground readying the seal of the Death Knight. The seal was placed on the ground behind her, and a black smog hovered above it, the smog unable to be seen by anyone without darkvision.
Ella
"Oh dear! Are we not having lunch?" *Brakken held his belly and moved in front of the party as the representative.* "Now hold on lassies! I'm sure we could work things out after a nice meal. I got some nice breadrolls here." *Brakken would close the distance waddling bit by bit offering a hug to the closest being.*
Yvonne
*The goluth would laugh.*

"Doesn't seem like the rest of your party wants to take a break. One already has her weapons out. On that note, think we should attack now? Before they attack us?"

*The masked man brandishes his knives at the incoming drunk.*

"Take another step, and I''l carve you into porkchops."

*The treton's ice golem moves in front of them, to counter the party's glacial construct. The elf levels her bow at Brakken as well.*
Ella
*Regardless of what the armed man said to Brakken he still beanched forward mug in hand and a smile.* "Well now! Thats no way to treat a friend! Oh well." *Brakken closed the distance a foot more then dashed forward swinging his ale at the ice construct. His cheeks bloated out as mana filled the contents of his belly. A faint spark lit his lips and then a disgusting belch followed to smother the golem.* "'Scuse me!"