By the time the night had begun proper, old Malakaus had shed his gruff business exterior and allowed himself some fun. At the price of most of the gold he had with him, he had two women in his arms, the breton lass from before and a sensual wood elf. He told them bold tales of his various adventures and quests, even did a little show with his magic. He had joined the tavern in it's off-key chorus with the bard, and when the brawl broke out he was half tempted to start punching just to have his own bit of fun. Luckily he managed to keep himself under control, downing his seven bottle of cheap nord mead.<br/><br/>And than things escalated quickly. Some old doomsayer started sprouting nonsense about the "Tyranny of the Sun", which Malakaus only remembered as something that Florentius mentioned in passing. Either way he didn't think much of it, but he figured that he would like to sleep off his drunkenness for the night. But right as he got out of his seat, a gang of vampires broke in. He knew from experience that they were vampires, partly from the cold, unliving aura coming from them, and partly because they wore garments commonly seen worn on vampires. Malakaus's mind was too addled by alcohol to make any coherent tactical ideas, but he had one thing in mind: He needed to shoot them. Pulling out his crossbow which was already loaded with a exploding bolt of fire, he shot it into the group of vampire, nailing one in the chest and causing it to explode and set fire to the others. After that Malakaus threw his crossbow at one of them (He saw at least six in his drunken vision) and drew his axe and shield.