"A wise decision,"The guardsman holds his sword pointed at the Chultan, staring angrily at him. "Obert," he says. "Send for the City Watch."<br/><br/>"Of course, brother," the innkeeper responds, stepping out from behind the counter. He quickly makes a jog for the entrance, his big frame obviously having some trouble with the exercise. "Officers!" Obert calls out to a pair of watchmen passing by. "Your assistance, please."<br/><br/>The guardsman turns to Ip'Kak when the watchmen arrived to arrest the Chultan. "Quick thinking, kobold. Well done." He gives a quick, informal salute and turns to leave.<br/>"Oh, yes, quite," Obert the innkeeper adds. "Who knows, if it weren't for you, I might have had to add an 's' to the name of my inn, haha." Obert looks around to see if anyone got his joke, but quickly realises it might not have been actually that funny. "Please, you eat and drink on the house today. Is there anything else I might be of service with to you?"