He froze, staring at the scene, before striding forward, and pulling the terrified woman into his arms, her head buried into his shoulder. "Shh. Shh. Screaming will not help here."<br/><br/>He backed slowly into the inn, and placed her in the care of the elven magic user, who had been coming up the road the other way, before heading back out, and covering the remains with a blanket. That done, he gathered all of the survivors, his movements crisp and sharp, though his voice and face were giving the feel of him being in a pleasant mood, somewhat. Only his actions showed his unbridled rage at this... cowardice. Once everyone else was in the inn, however, he bade them wait a moment, before heading outside, and concentrating, setting up wards similar to what he had vaguely felt in the Aurelia's lair. That done, he gathered his rage about him, before walking back out to the road, standing beside the remains. "Coward! Show yourself. You are brave enough to attack a helpless, defenseless woman, now try coming at one that isn't nearly so!"