Before he could get an answer from either elf the mage stood, speaking to the innkeeper. Garund's eyebrows furrowed.<i>What in the name of the paragons is going on!?</i>The innkeeper called the elf mage a knife ear, which the dwarf knew to be a rather hateful racial slur. He looked between the two of them quickly, trying to piece things together.<i>What in blazes did I get myself into!?</i>Then, he received his answer. The wall beside the door slammed down and the battle seasoned dwarf turned to face this new threat, already drawing his weapons, hand axe in his left hand, falcata in his right. His eyes moved quickly as he counted the enemies facing them, a small smile creeping onto his lips.<i>well, I'll have some new scars after this...</i><br/><br/>But then the elves both began to yell about fleeing and soon the human warrior's voice was joining the call. The dwarf looked to the bandits, then to the two tender elves who were making their escape. There was no debate in his mind about what he should do; go with the women. He did not do this out of a sense of chivalry, far from it. Garund respected women, especially those that picked up the blade, but he was still a male and, so far, the two elves, even though they had basically ignored him to this point, were certainly more inviting then the bandits.<br/><br/>As he backed up quickly towards the stairs he glanced towards the innkeeper, considering throwing his hand axe, but decided against it. His left heel hit the bottom stair and he turned, running up them after the elven maidens. Once he reached the top of the stair he turned, making sure that the two humans still below hadn't already been overrun. When he didn't see any bandits rushing up he glanced too the elves, speaking quickly, "Keep moving! Find a way out!"