-----The four men look at each other and with sullen expressions sheath their weapons. The other patrons fall quiet while they look at the heroes and the man hovering nearby.
-----The floating man shakes his head and rubs the top of his hair with one hand. He still grasps his weapon in his other hand despite the hit he took to his noggin. He grunts lowly and whether it is in anger or pain it is uncertain.
-----Raven moves to where he is standing beside Sol. “It looks like you pups have had the fight taken from you,” he growls as he looks at the warriors. This draws a sneer from some of the men.
-----Jeilin stands up, sweeping her hand before her in an appeal for calm.
-----"Good folks, let's not forget so soon our plight only a few days ago. There are enough of those out there who wish to do us harm," she says to all around her, glad that she does not have to speak up in the silent inn. Smoothing her black robes, she steps forward to address the floating man. "You have the spirit to fight. Won't you save it for the defense of the people instead?"
-----The man seems to finally shake the grogginess from his eyes. As he refocuses on the star priestess, a stern anger expression holds his eyes as he asks, “And who are you that would cast your spells upon me thusly?” Without waiting for a reply, he adds another question, “And for whose army would I expect to fight in?”
-----Jeilin replies in a quiet voice. "I am but a humble follower of the Star Wanderer. I speak for no lord or army. What I did, and expect anyone might do, was in self-defense." She then gestures to lower the man closer, but not yet, to the floor. "Who are you to attack us at a mere question? Do you still think of slaying me as soon as I set you upon the ground?"
-----"Also, does anyone here know any o' these men personally? Are they from around here?" Sol asks the others around, having lightened his tone at Jeilin's urgings for a calmer approach. This was only going to be achieved by focusing his attention elsewhere for now.
-----“Self defense is it?” the man replies to Jeilin caustically. “And what is it you really have to offer us? Freeing us from one tyranny to be taken over by another that approaches?”
-----No one speaks up in reply to the Gorian’s question although a few shake their heads.
-----The hovering man’s companions grumble as they shift on their feet.
-----Sol replies immediately, a voice full of beration, "If ye'd prefer th' tender love an' care provided by th' orcs, yer welcome t'follow them int' whatever holes they've scattered to. Like it or not, this change is coming. If yer not content wi' it, then we're not stopping ye from leaving town."
-----The Gorian's voice softens, as his argument shifts, "I've been amongst Howrun's folk in Silvergard, been in their towns and lands, an' they at worst are content wi' th' Lord they have. He takes care o' them. I understand yer vehemence... Sintor has treated ye all, an' all yer sundry neighbours like slaves an' worse. It will get better, so fer everyone's sake settle yerselves down, wait an' see how things play out. Otherwise, fer drawing yer blade an' aiming t'take my life, I'll see ye run out o' town wi' yer mates."
-----"You forget yourself," Jeilin crosses her arms and replies mildly to the man. "You are the one who needs to answer for your acts, not us. Unless you're set on proving yourself a nuisance and an outcast."
-----The hovering man sneers and, for a moment, his four companions remain tense and defiant.
-----“I’ve heard enough,” a voice says from another corner of the room. A man stands wearing the now familiar ragged piecemeal armor of the improvised Kulendra guard. His long brownish blond hair curls from the heat of the past few days and settles on the muscles of his broad shoulders. A grim look holds his features as he stares at the hovering man and his companions. “I’ll have you know these are good people,” indicating the adventurers as he glares at the man floating before them all. Just a few seconds later, five other warriors rise from their seats and stand behind Sol and Jeilin.
-----Pointing his finger at the man in the air, the blond haired man sternly announces, “You and your mates step outside away from these good innocent people. You can either decide to leave, fight us or shut the hell up!”
-----Again the four companions almost draw their weapons when suddenly they are stopped by an unexpected source.
-----“Hold!” the hovering man says in a voice lighten with caution. Looking down at Jeilin he answers in a calmer tone, “Very well, we will see how this . . . army from Silvergard relieves this town.”
-----Jeilin looks at the man and then his companions for a moment, but makes no move to free the man from her spell. She then turns to regard Sol, an unwritten question in her expression on whether he has anything more to say or do.
-----Sol returns Jeilin's sidelong glance with a curt nod, though he intones darkly at the four with their weapons redrawn, "Put them away. Now."
-----Jeilin retrieves her short ashwood staff while waiting until everyone, including the hovering man, has sheathed his drawn or almost drawn weapon. Only then does she lower the man to the floor.