Trischal continued to play his music, even as the bandits clashed against the Templars and villagers. He watched the fight, changing the tone and speed to match the ebb and flow of the battle, a sly grin on his face. He kept playing until he noticed an elf girl launch herself up and over a small crowd and head off away from the front lines. He climbed onto the merchants stand and followed her path before spotting three large men making their way through unhindered.<br/><br/>Putting two and two together, Trischal hopped down and set the lute back on the stand before turning and running back through an alleyway. He ran all out, circling around the backs of the houses to take the trio from the side. Finding his destination by looking down the alleyway that separates the houses and spotting the group, Trischal turned and headed for them without slowing down, bursting from the alley and charging the bandit bringing up the rear. Angling his shoulder down and forward, Trischal collided full force into the larger man before planting both feet  and launching himself backwards. The elf tucked his legs in as his back made contact with the ground and rolled on his shoulder with the momentum, shooting his legs out to keep moving and bracing his left arm against the ground to push off and land in a crouching position. His dalish longsword was in his hands moments later as he smiled at the bandit he had struck.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkOrange">You three seem a bit lost.</span>" Trischal said, his tone as came and collected as he could manage while still catching his breath. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">The fighting is over there.</span>" The elf motioned towards the front lines with a jerk of his head, not taking his eyes off them for a second.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>