[color=8dc73f]"Huurah!"[/color] belted out the peasant, as the festive mood was returning back. The clanking of mugs in celebration, and the dance being done stirred the chickens into action. Both of his chickens made a loud squak as they were moving their heads back and forth rapidly. Geoffrey grumbled as he gestured his sheep to move closer to the fallen man. As he was moving closer himself, his pig continued to rumble about. 

Quickly the peasant balled up his free hand in a fist and struck the pig on the noise. [color=8dc73f]"Oi, wouldst thou shudit!"[/color] Geoffrey grumbled out, as the pig did not take the lesson to heart. Rather it continued trying to struggle out of the peasant's grasp. With a grimace the peasant grasped the pig even tighter as he made his way to see the scene. After all, he needed to be sure mob justice was done. 

With a firm smile, the peasant eyed the scene where justice triumphed. But, there was something wrong. There was something very wrong with this scene. Geoffrey spotted something truly horrible, he [i]felt[/i] something truly horrible near this corpse of a man. His mouth was agape as he felt something was off, [i]something[/i] that a truly dead man wouldn't have.

A thick-sweat was running down Geoffrey's brow. Those stories he heard in his youth, they were true. These people needed to know exactly what was going on here. 

[color=8dc73f][b]"OI!"[/b][/color] Bellowed out the peasant as he pulled upon the tail of his pig to get it to squeal out loudly once again. [color=8dc73f]"THAR'S A PROBLEM O'ER HERE! A BIGGUN."[/color] Swiftly the peasant gestured towards the man. [color=8dc73f]"THA FELLOW NAUGHT SIMPLY A MERE MAN, NAY HE BE A VAMPYRE IN RISING!"[/color] Geoffrey grabbed a hold of the pig and flailed it to point at the man left-behind by the barbarian's assault. Of course by doing this, the pig attempted to squeeze its way out to freedom, but Geoffrey managed to pull it back in. In the process of doing so, he stumbled backwards, but managed to keep his footing.

[color=8dc73f]"IF NOT BURNED FULLY, IT WILL RISE AS THE VAMPYRE!"[/color] Geoffrey pointed towards the Barbarian, [color=8dc73f]"Willst thou help me get tha blasted thing outta here and burn it?!"[/color] Before waiting on an answer, the peasant grabbed ahold of the person's arm and started to drag it out of the tavern. 

But that is when he paused for but a moment, when the peculiar woman started speaking of something else that was bound to threaten them. [color=8dc73f]"A D-DRAGON!?"[/color] Geoffrey's entire being shuddered at that thought. He knew damn well what a dragon was wont to do.

Thinking quickly, Geoffrey made a new declaration. [color=8dc73f]"IT MUST BE APPEASED WITH THA OFFERINGS OF THY VAMPYRE'S ASHES, AND OTHER WORTHY TITHES!"[/color] The peasant knew there was much work that needed to be done if this inn was to be saved. First they needed to depose of the vampire, and then to gather an assortments of valuables to appease the dragon.