Kaldis had a terrible feeling rising in his stomach when he could smell the remnants of some man-made fire, and when he saw the massive pile of people just lying unconscious in the street...Seemed like somebody had gone and done their job for them. While he was relieved to know that they wouldn't have to fight a crime ring, the destruction before the party left him uneasy, whoever had done this didn't even care for the damage they'd done, he remembered passing a lot of these houses on his first trip into town...they'd look so beautiful before, but now they looked as if they were ready to be torn down. 

When the old man had told them to leave, the sinking feeling nearly tore through his stomach as he sat on the wagon...It seemed like somebody, or many somebodies under the "Azure Dragon" moniker had already done the job...if you could call nearly ruining an entire town "doing the job". Kaldis wondered just who could have done this...all of the guild members he'd known were there that morning, and he hadn't seen anyone on the road to the town...Something itched at the back of his mind what could be wrong with how setup this felt, but his thoughts grew much more violent when he saw the tears welling up in Sophia's eyes. It had been a while that he'd felt angry at all...but he did his damn best to try and hide it, although if you looked at his antlers, you could see the small, neatly shaven nubs on the ivory protrusions begin to twist and sharpen slightly, beginning to resemble actual antlers, stopping at a point where it would be barely noticeable. He'd had enough of this, they'd been called barbarians and thieves...it was clear they weren't wanted here anyways.

Before he could begin walking back toward the wagon, the sound of a loud clapping rang through the street, the woman clapping said that she was "applauding their cowardliness" before a man, nearly as intimidating as Orin said something...Kaldis couldn't hear most of what they said, only catching bits and pieces that were meaningless out of context. As they began walking away, the woman clapped, and as if they'd just been pretending the entire time, the slumped, unconscious figures in the street stirred and rose to their feet, as if they hadn't been beaten beforehand. Kaldis instinctively clutched his hands in the same position as usual, and when the mobsters opened fire on them, he quickly dove to the ground, before constructing a fairly sizable wall, at least 2 ft thick, 7 feet wide, and 10 feet tall in front of him. Slumping his back up against the wall quickly, he flung off the simple cloth over-coat he'd had on and placed both his hands above it, as he used his wood-make magic to make dozens of small, jack-like wooden spikes that while small, were sharpened to a point. 

Turning to Orin quickly, with a bit more confidence in his voice than usual, he shouted out: [b]"Orin, use this if you need it! I'm gonna try something...[/b]" before tossing a simple, yet very thick wooden tower shield that would hopefully give him or someone He wrapped the cloth around the spikes and tied the limbs of the coat as well as the neck-hole as his hands shook violently...he was going to take on mobsters with guns with a bag of wooden caltropes...he must have been out of his mind. He must have been, because he almost immediately formed a stick to attach the make-shift bag to, and used it to chuck the bag over the crowd of mobsters...if they shot it, the spikes would scatter all around them, even if they were just wooden, if they stepped with enough force, the spikes would penetrate their shoes. And if they didn't, Kaldis wouldn't have to buy a new over-coat. Deciding that just sitting there unarmed would be suicide if one of the mages could sneak around him, he formed a sizable bo-staff from his hands and placed his back firmly against the wall he'd made.