The roar of the Andra sets the room into sudden chaos and motion.  Shouts of surprise come from the men outside as an enormous armored red shape charges them.  The short man is slammed down in moments, the Andra tall enough to fill his face with tit without any trouble.  He lets out a muffled shout of his own before he slams onto his back, teeth clacking together hard.  He scrambles for a moment trying to get his hand on his blade as Phelypsis holds down his arm.  With a wrenching movement, he gets a hand free reaching up and grasping at her face and chest.  His hand catches onto one of her ears and he pulls her back down, grappling with her as he tries to wrestle his other hand free for his weapon.<br/><br/>A grin comes to the face of the scarred man as he sees Sydney looking straight at him, holding her sheet across her breast.  He licks his lips and takes two big, loping steps forward as he prepares to launch his net at her.  "I'll join ya nex-" is all he manages to growl out before the two orbs slam into him and he is hurled backwards into the hallway, nearly taking out the innkeeper who stumbles to the side, his pegleg nearly going out from under him.<br/><br/>"Fuckin' nasty bitches," snarls the innkeeper as he clomps down the hallway, his hand hitting against the wall as he walks, "Rouse up!  Rouse up!  To arms!" he begins to scream as he goes, "The Demon and her lot are here to kill us all!  To arms!"  In no time, the inn will be full of trouble for the Delvers.<br/><br/>The brawler goes into a fighting position as he faces Yula, his eyes focused and his arms up.  A bracer on each arm is raised in preparation for Yula's strike, moving with quick instinctual motions.  As she draws a blade and brings herself forward, to try to take out his arms, one of his bracers comes up and slides along the side of the blade.  A look of intense surprise comes to his face and he lets out a short gasp, looking downward.<br/><br/>Not as empty air as Yula may have thought, the blade digs deep into his chest, blood rushing up the steel as it shines and darkens, an ancient voice speaking in her mind, "Yessssssss... Kill them all..."<br/><br/>As the brawler claws at the air and falls forward, three other men enter the hallway, mouths agape.  "She... She... She killed Jerib.  Get her!  Hang 'em!  Jail 'em!  Strip 'em down and spend them!"<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, the stakes have raised, the inn is filled with people who will be angry about Jerib's death.  What do you do?</strong>