<span style="color: #FF8000">Before the demons had entered, the barkeeper accepted the Faerie's coin and was about to serve her food when they had interrupted.<br/><br/>As the fight ensued, the captain flailed about blindly for a long moment, and when his vision had recovered, he looked around the inn dumbfounded. Not many of his men were left standing at this point, a sprite and a young boy were healing the fallen patrons. The captain sneered.<br/><br/>"My order stands thus!" the captain shouted, distracting one of two survivors of his chosen mates and causing him to be taken out. To the last demon standing (other than himself), he said, "Bring reinforcements! I want them all dead!"<br/><br/>The demon was already heading for the front door before the captain finished speaking.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">Morys was clashing blades, fully prepared to slice the demon's insides with his free sword arm, when he became blinded. In the next moment, while still very disoriented, the Almerkian felt someone grab him by the back of his collar and forcing him to walk backwards.<br/><br/>His first reaction would have been to swat at the arm holding him, like a declawed kitten, but with a sword in each hand, that had potential of harming himself more than the opponent. Instead, Morys settled for cursing. He only stopped when he heard the lyrical sound of Elvish floating through his ears and head, like a soft musical mist. It soothed him somehow, and he recognized the young boy with the wind sprite as he dashed from somewhere beside him to go back inside the inn.<br/><br/>Morys raised a brow, wondering to himself why on earth would someone who would be no use in a fight want to re-enter a battle. On top of that, how did the kid know Elvish? He shook his head, dismissing the thought and assumed the boy was from Tuksta.<br/><br/>Then, at last, Morys turned to face his would-be captor. When he saw it was an Elven man, he opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again like a gasping fish. Not sure of what to say. Finally settling on silence, the Almerkian stared back at the inn wondering what was going on inside.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">A swarm of demons, in massive numbers began filing into the inn. It quickly became more populated than ever in its twenty-three years of business, and they just continued coming in. They began drawing weapons, not even waiting for the captain's orders, and rushed all of the non-demons in the room, hungry to spill blood.</span>