Ruinil made her way back to the tavern with Halen and with the game they had worked so hard to gather. The lack of free hands, however, made this to be a more difficult task than she had first interpreted. She kicked open the door and witnessed a sight most vulgar. A few of the newly arrived Templars, as well as the bear, had clearly had one too many pints and was now beyond drunk. 

Ruinil sighed at the embarassing sight before her steady gaze swept over the room in search for the captain. It did not take long to find her. However, now wasn't probably the best time to approach her, as she was currently engaged with the task of healing a wounded arrival.  Evelyn was exhausted, that much Ruinil could clearly see. Thus, Ruinil decided to place her kills in a safe place nearby.

She then exited the tavern once more to distance herself and keep out of trouble. From a shadowy distance, she watched the swarming of both Templars and villagers as they prepared for the inevitable destruction that was heading their way.