The brief examination of the hatch within the inn's kitchen failed to reveal anything of note to Tavah before he was called upon to the doorway to see the sight of the folks approaching. The sight of the orc-blooded woman and the few feathers in her hair, along with the small sharp bones piercing her ears as he could tell swift enough, were signs of a clan that Tavah would know about.<br/><br/>Ada's greeting seemed to cause them to pause and the first man lifted a sword from his side, a bastard sword of fine making, and raised it above him in the air, causing the four riders further back to pause and wait for a moment. The man looked at the orc making a few gestures with his hand that were too blurred to make much sense of from that distance in the rain. Dismounting, he handed the leash to the woman before walking towards the inn, revealing a rough face with a scar over his left cheek and down on his eye.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tavah's Knowledge (Int Check) on the Barbarian-Orc</div><div class="spoiler_body">The red and black feathers on her hair as well as the small bone spikes through her earleaves marked her as a Blood Raven, a nomadic group of barbarians who had fought against Mortanius several times in the past but they'd also fought against the Realm. They had a sense of pride that demanded fair fights though, and they respected others that showed such strength.</div></div><br/>"Hail Stranger. This piss of a weather is making travel unbearable. Got room left?" His tone neutral, his eyes watchful, there was a look of someone ready for trouble about him, that hand still holding the sword's hilt though it was sheathed once more after the sign he had made.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Ebirc's idea might work out, pushing the wagons out to the doorway would narrow it enough they'd either have to defend one man's width on either side of the wagons, or side by side standing to block one side and press the side of the carriage before the doorway. Without the horses, pushing the wagons was still easy enough on the even ground in the stables, and the few loose bricks might even help hold it in place under the wheels in case someone thought to try pushing it from the other side.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Elise's attention would pick up the fact the orcish woman's belt seemed to hold several rows of slender, long knives to it, looking perfectly balanced. Even through the blurr of the rain, a lightning strike illuminated grounds again enough to make that there were at least half a dozen just on the side she could see. What's more, the woman didn't seem to carry weapons beyond those knives yet still gave the presence of a warrior.<br/><br/>What's more, the rest of the riders seemed to be moving up closer little by little, and even in the rain, she could see all four of them had formed a line, raising bows up now.