<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Glaceus 13, 622<br/>Jelwyrn, Thornwood Forest<br/>Heavy Snow</span><br/><hr/></div><div class="floatleft">(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/keep-bbsk/AGk0z-O3TfLERI6GUS0Za5ctlvwxocRsVdjLSznnoGC-QKaQuyqb-KSqQusVScpbtKa9eNS75PJayj1mX5w0XRsj-RqXoFUvt75Fry5Otl0=s875)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bailey Whitefield<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Stormknight<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>31/31<br/><hr/>However, there was nobody behind the bar. Bailey removed her helmet and looked around, noting the pair that had arrived just after them, as well as the others who either were already there and loitering or those who arrived soon after. After it was clear that the innkeeper was unavailable at the moment, the Stormknight cleared her throat and spoke in a commanding voice out of habit.<br/><br/>"Have you all come here to assist Jelwyrn with their bandit problem?" she called. Her stance was imposing, with her sword behind her thrumming with energy. She felt tense, like something was wrong. Something was coming. And indeed, there was not much time for the others to respond before a bottle smashed through the front window and landed on the table in front of Cinsyr. The table burst into purple flames that quickly began to spread, especially as other of those firebombs smashed into the building and ignited.<br/><br/>"Everyone, get out!" she barked as she drew her large sword and rushed to the door. It was closed, so her plan was to get it open and usher the others out - but it didn't budge. She snarled and looked over to her companion. "Borok! Door's blocked, bash it down! The rest of you, get ready for a fight, someone has to be throwing these!"<br/><br/>And, as the door would prove no match for Borok's strength, it would be easy for him to smash it open, and the group would be able to run out of the burning in... directly into a group of armed bandits. Bailey drew her sword and snarled as the criminals spread out to surround them.