The gasping groans of the dying man go through the inn as he pats and clutches at his chest, the loss of his life fueling Yula's demonic blade.  Yula stands transfixed for a moment, watching him as boots stomp down the hallway towards the chaos.  "Rouse up!  Rouse up!" come the innkeeper's cries as he hobbles along.  Now voices rise in anger and rage, the watch's horn bellowing out.<br/><br/>The short man in Phelypsis's grip lets out a grunt of surprise as he is lifted up in the barbarian's grip and attempts to wiggle himself free snarling out, "Lemme down you fat titted monster bitch!"  His voice raises as he sees that hand clenching, his face being shoved back into her tits.  She takes her stand before the door ready to guard.<br/><br/>A hoot of appreciation comes from the men trying to get past her at the sight of Sydney, "Look at that little morsel!" calls out one with a nasty scar across his face.  "I call first-"  His libidinous desire is cut off by the orbs crashing into the door's corners and the crossbeam swinging down to clock him in the face.  The explosion of magic sends the men staggering back, felling two of the original briggands.<br/><br/>Sydney's steps are quick as she beats a retreat, moving to the window and sitting down on it.  Her book, dress, and sheet accounted for, she slides down to the rooftop of the inn, only to hear a harsh ripping sound behind her as the sheet catches.  All but a hand-towel piece of fabric is left up above as she straightens herself out.  A cry from below calls out to her, "One of 'ems getting away!"<br/><br/>While there's no doubt that Phelypsis could take any one of these villagers on her own, there's just too many of them in the small space, especially with her trying to hold one up and block the room.  Four men push through the doorway, roaring as one to slam into Phelypsis.  After a brief struggle, she falls backward, a man holding down each of her arms, the short man still held to her chest, and a fourth man, clearly having just roused himself from bed in nothing but a torn and filthy nightshirt, straddling her face.  This assailant's nightshirt does little to protect Phelypsis from his nakedness, his cock hardened from sleep and dangling balls rubbing on her face.<br/><br/>"Hold her down!  Get some fuckin' cuffs!" shouts somebody.<br/><br/>The shout can be heard outside by Sydney, but then she spots a bit of hope... The flag of the Knifing Maiden, the ship that they had earlier booked passage on sits in the harbor, no more than 100 feet away, and rooftops all along to make it possible.<br/><br/>But then, the town is up in arms and it's not long before someone starts climbing...<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, Phelypsis is pinned and Sydney's on the roof!  Danger from all sides!  What do you do?</strong>