Jack'ra had been out all day looking for information and had been sorely disappointed with his results. Not even one step closer to finding his mother, and he was hungry now too. As he contemplated finding a vendor for a quick meal, Drekk hobbled up and said, "Master Noll! Demons attacking!"<br/><br/>He looked to his friend and asked, "Why does this concern us?" to which the small goblin answered, "Object of power. They want it!"<br/><br/>"Power? intriguing... you're sure?" Jack'ra asked curiously. Drekk nodded, his small hood flopping around.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">=A Minute Ago=</span></div><br/><br/>Drekk was watching a group of demons with interest from a back alley near the Dove By Inn. As these particular demons did not hold the title of the Clan of Noll, he viewed them as the enemy until such a time as Jack'ra told him otherwise. Hearing the words "Powerful" and "Trinket" made him realize that whatever they were after was worth a lot of money. When two of the demons entered the Dove By Inn, he frowned, "Emergency!" he muttered as he vanished and ran towards his master, who was a few streets to the left.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">=Present Time=</span></div><br/><br/>Jack'ra literally smashed the doors into splinters, if nothing else than for intimidation. Seeing a large demon charging towards someone, he rose a hand and muttered, "Ignite." which caused the demon to erupt in spontaneous combustion. As he saw a smaller demon call for backup, he sighed dramatically. "The more of you there are..." He smirked, drawing his blade. "The more fun this is for me!" he finished, impaling the large demon who was still on fire.<br/><br/>Drekk looked around and ran to a corner, remaining inconspicuous to make sure he wasn't targeted. Jack'ra noted Morys, Awinita and the woman whom had shot the arrow. "Don't just stand there! We should give these people a show should we not? At least then there's a good reason for collateral damage!" he laughed as his blood soaked sword was removed from it's victim. Turning to the door, he noted the reinforcements were filing in, blocking the exit. Maybe not his best idea to goad them into making himself the enemy. Then again, they were after that object of power, whatever the hell that was. He still didn't know who had it. Perhaps the archer? The man standing not too far from him with sword drawn was another option. He supposed he'd protect whom he could and if one of them died he'd have Drekk loot their corpse later... Yeah, that would work...