Lysonna noted the dilect the horned demon spoke as well as the one who killed him spoke. They were a match. She raised a brow. Was it possible this being who appeared human was part or even a pure blood demon? Lysonna wasn't sure, he certainly didn't have horns like the two that were now dead. As for the young man who helped him, he was obviously an Elf blessed by a God. She watched him as well as his companion and wondered how that match happened. She was also curious as to why she didn't recognize him.<br/><br/>Morys cleared his throat and the Elf jumped. He rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his hand. Despite his lazy countenance, he had a strange glint in his eye the Elf couldn't place. Morys figured her jumpiness was probably from the fight they had just witnessed. "How long do you think it will be until their reinforcements arrive?"<br/><br/>Lysonna's mint green eyes suddenly widened. She stood up, her hood still covering her face in its darkness. The Elf moved towards the door and paused for a moment. She could hear shouts in the same language the demon had spoken. Deciding against seeing just how many were in this city, she grabbed Morys by the shoulder of his shirt and tugged, forcing him to stand. The Almerkian motioned at Garash, but was unsure if he was paying attention. Morys grabbed the Elf's hand and pulled her toward the bar. She made a derrogative noise, but Morys didn't care that she was offended by his skin-to-skin contact, it was time to leave.<br/><br/>"Is there an employee entrance?" Morys asked the barkeeper.<br/><br/>Lysonna tugged her hand free of Morys's grip. She readied her bow as six more demons entered the building. The horned demons shouted several things in their strange language loud enough to be heard at the docks at least. More frighteningly, others answered.<br/><br/>"Lasyay, forgive me," Lysonna said softly, as she let her arrow fly. The eye of the targeted demon exploded with clear fluid and blood as it punctured, the velocity of it pushing deep into the demon's skull. He started screaming, blood oozing from the wound, as he slowly collapsed. He was dead before he hit the floor.<br/><br/>The barkeeper nodded, but he felt unsafe and hesitated. Would the demons kill him if he allowed their precious trinket to escape with this rag-tag group of travelers? Most likely.<br/><br/>"They may find out you killed a Demon," Morys said softly, to the Elf and the Almerkian-looking man who had spoken the Demon language.<br/><br/>"You idiot!" Lysonna hissed.<br/><br/>The remaining five demons charged towards the bar. Lysonna let another arrow fly, which embedded itself into the right pectoral, but it appeared to miss any vital organs and arteries.