The cacophony of violence began with a sudden and abrupt start as what had become a minor confrontation erupted into a full bar brawl. The drunken sailors and mercenaries at the tables took to the call of violence in a quick and swift fashion striking out against their occupiers and one another, bottles and fist began to fly on all sides as chaos quickly consumed the Wise Trader. The quick response of Erik and Lazuli shocked the group of Niratremi who moved back from the angry golem and the angry golem's friend, the angry dwarf launching challenges did not help the manner as a dwarven knight was not somebody you took without too much matter a knife was thrown from the group of soldiers at Gorun but it was sloppy and moved slow enough so that the knight could easily move out of the way or deflect it. They moved about one another pushing forward and backwards circling cautious of the golem and the angry dwarf. The sudden and brutal interjection of Jericho changed all of that as his brutal interceed of blows with the captain broke any sign of reservation in the guards as they charged in full force at the group.

Anzira cursed under her breath as the guards came at them, Eren to her right and Erik and Lazuli to her left with Gorun close behind with Jericho on the ground with the captain close in hand. She had hoped that things could have been resolved peacefully but of course things were never that easy. While they were superstitious and seemingly backwater in their mannerisms Niratremi soldiers were still a force to reckoned with there was a reason the Niratremi's territorial conquest usually end in favor of the empire. The halfing swung her axe in a clean arc connecting with the first soldier that came at her, the soldier was quick though and raised his shield up into the air catching the fiery blade before it could rip through him though the sheer force of the impact was still enough to send him teetering to the floor scrambling to get back up. She heard a strangled grunt next to her and quickly turned to see Eren a sword through his stomach the Niratremi having used the chaos of the turbulent tavern to slip under his guard. Anzira reacted quickly striking out with the pommel of her great axe into the side of the men's face  there was sickening crunch as the man stumbled backwards ripping his sword out of Eren's gut shredding his insides as he did and they both collapsed to the ground. Anzira ducked as a stray flagon almost took her head off thrown from one of the many other bar fights now taking place around them. She had damn well hoped that Calwen was still hiding under his table.

Percival Calwen was hiding under his table muttering every ancient prayer he had learned in his years of study hoping at least one god would piety him today. Calwen was not a fighter he was a scholar and violence only took away from his studies and so hiding always seemed like the best option. Yet it would seem that the gods had no time to pay attention to a lonely scribe stuck under a table. Calwen watched as footsteps approached his location and as he shrunk back the table was lifted up and tossed aside smashing into another patron. Looking down at him was a sailor bald headed and with a large beard grinning down at the little man with the devils intent in his eyes. But the sailor soon learned the difference between not preferring violence and not knowing how to defend one's self. Calwen concentrated on the soldier and lifted his hands up into the air and the air crackled with arcane energy as a concussive blast came forth from his hands slamming into the chest of the sailor and sending him crashing into the ceiling with a solid thump before he came crashing to the ground unconscious. Calwen rose to his feet his legs shaking as the magical energy circled around his hands sparking and fluttering making any man who dared approach him think twice.

As quickly as the violence had erupted it soon ended as a tussle n was heard outside with much shouting as Aehren came back to warn of an approaching group. From the entrance came a group of four soldiers all dressed in heavy plate mail marched into the tavern the Niratrem seal embolized upon their chest. The room quieted and the violence stopped as they entered, the remaining foot soldiers practically quaking in their boots. Tuese men were not common foot soldiers, no they were knights of the empire, these men were Gallants. The lead man shouted a command and he and the three other knights shouted pulling into a tight salute as a fifth man entered the room. He looked distinctly different from the rest his armor instead of standard grey was a stark and bright white the Niratrem seal shining blood red in color. He had no helmet let the other gallants revealing a perfectly clean shaven head and long tightly trimmed red beard having distinctly dwarven facial features probably having a dwarven relative not too far up his family tree despite his own towering height. The foot soldiers automatically saluted as they saw the man who quickly marched over to them pushing his way through the slack jawed drunken brawlers. One of the foot soldiers spoke up his voice quaking and trembling trying to articulate every word precisely. [b]"Lord Gallant Caine! Sir!"[/b]

[color=gray][b]"Soldier do you mind telling me what in the emperor's name is going on here?"[/b][/color] The Lord Gallant spoke in a authoritative tone of a man fit to command armies. He spoke without the distinctive drawl of his soldiers his words more refined and crisp common of those born and raised in the Eastern portion of the Empire. His eyes were angry as they seemed to bore into the soldier still quaking in his boots. The foot soldier spoke up once more muffling his regional accent in the face of this much higher ranking man.

[B]"We were just minding our own business here and then some bloody lunatict stabbed Goffery over there.... and then this group of forsaken devils with their witch tried to kill us!"[/b] He explained gesturing from the Niratremi soldier clutching his hand and than to Lady Vekk and the rest of the Iron Mountain Group. Caine turned from his own men to look upon the group rising an eyebrow as he examined them.

[color=gray][b]"You there halfling you seem to be the once in charge here. Is what my men say here true?"[/b][/color] He asked Lady Vekk still clutching her axe and coated in fresh Niratremi blood who looked back at him with her own icey stare as the two locked eyes in a battle of wills.

[color=cyan]"First I'm no witch.. I'm a Paladin of the Crimson Dragon and secondly My fellows and I were only trying to prevent more violence from breaking out when your men decided to charge at us. We only acted in self defense."[/color] Anzira explained her eyes never leaving the Lord Gallant, her voice strong and filled with conviction. The lord gallant listened to her and nodded to himself.

[color=gray][b]"I believe you, You have the warrior's spirit about you. And yet that does not excuse you for attacking soldiers of the Empire. What is your purpose here in this city."[/b][/color] He explained his voice stern.

[color=cyan]"We are mercenaries, we protect the merchant ships coming through the Hollow Sea from brigands and pirates. Our contract had just expired and so we came here to this tavern to seek passage away."[/color] Anzria explained her voice never changing even as she told a lie albit a reasonable one at least mercenaries did populate the trade ships all the time as pirates were a real problem.

[color=gray][b]"Hmm I see. Well in that case as long as you take the next ship heading out there will be no problems and I apologize for my men's behavior."[/b][/color] He explained calmly and Anzria nodded giving a curt bow of gratitude. The Lord Gallant ushered his men about who took the dead corpses of their fallen and the unconscious captain and ushered them out of the building quickly. As the gallants made to leave Lord Gallant Caine looked back towards them and spoke a final warning. [color=gray][b]"But if I see you again in my city. You will all be killed."[/b][/color]

Lady Vekk shook her head as she looked over the scene around here. The occupants had calmed down and were starting to clean up the place putting tables back where they belonged and cleaning up the mess. The unconscious body of Jericho still lay face first on the ground with Eren's lifeless body next to him having bled out from the stab wound. It was such a senseless waste of human life and yet here they were. After making arrangements with the innkeeper who was very grateful for them to have stepped in the defense of his daughter to dump the body into the sea, they managed to rent the sleeping quarters above and moved Jericho upstairs to heal him properly. Calwen began fussing over the body using magical energies to reshape the face that had be busted in to bring down the swelling and mend the bone, he couldn't take away the pain but he would be able to at least fix it back to normal at least but he would still have a nasty headache when he awoke. As Calwen performed minor magical miracles the rest set up for the night on either the floor or the three beds that were in the room. Lady Vekk polished her axe in silence for some time before she finally spoke.

[color=cyan]"So our first night in town and we pissed off the local authority, got into a bar brawl and was just told by the leader of the Nitraem Occupation a Lord Gallant at that that if he sees our face again that we are going to get executed. The Niratemi shouldn't even be here this is... or was a free city. Guess it was just another thing to add to the cluster fuck."[/color] She explained sighing waiting for any other helpful opinions that the others may have on the situation watching as Calwen attended to Jericho who he had carefully shoved a piece of cloth in his mouth so when he awoke he would not bite his tongue off due to the pain of his face being magically reconstructed and put back together."