A few hours later....
The Airship was settling down into a field, and the ramp was lowered so a few passengers could get off. The commander Raven stepped off, having donned a rather heavy cloak, doing a good job of covering the impressive armor that he wore. He kept the sword wear somewhat public, and adjusted the robe. He didn't much care for sneaking around, but in the bar that they would be attending it was better to not appear that he would be killing everyone in the bar. Might scare off the prey and the guest, which he did not need this day after the adventure.
His instructions to the mages as they had started to get to the locale was clear. Do NOT look like mages, do not ACT like mages, and do not do things to make them SUSPICIOUS of being mages unless they didn't have a choice. That meant no metal guards walking along with them, no picking up stones and juggling them, no magical healing of the sick. Only if it was necessary
The town itself was remarkably plain. People going about their lives, a few merchants wandering the streets with their wares. It was more of a trading post than a town, but it was used often enough that some larger bars were in the area. This particular bar, with a sign displaying the name of simply Well Endowed, was a bigger and popular one with a large group of people already wandering in as the day was winding down for the town.
Inside the bar, it lived up to its name rather well, at least the several waitresses near the entrance lived up to the name. All tending to wear a little less than some of the other ladies that were in the bar as well. Raven found a sizable table to tend to the mages that had come along and sat. He thought he remembered more mages from before, then again he figured that some might have wanted to stay with the ship.
The arrival and simple joys of the bar were short lived, as the door was blasted open by a boulder. The bar went quiet as in stepped four individuals, three of which were obviously mages. One having a fireball dance around their fist, with firelike red hair and a set of black robes. The other the one responsible for the boulder with the stony armor around himself, encompassing his entire body making identifying who he was difficult. The last obvious mage wore a full suit of ice, with a trident seeming to be made of ice, but was also a woman with long brown hair. The fourth did not actually show any magical talents, but came with the group with a pair of knives at their side wearing a long black cloak. With a laugh, the fourth began to speak.
"Good evening! We'll be making this quick. Any gems, crystals, or anything else you have that is remotely close to that please. If we even think there is going to be trouble, we have a few ways of making sure the death is unpleasant." One man, already particularly drunk, staggered forward with a mug, intent on giving a piece of his mind. That piece went to flames rather quickly as the woman lit him on fire before he could even speak.
Raven, who had sat down with the mages just minutes before the calamity, didn't flinch at the sudden death or mess the mages made as a few of the locals stepped forward to drop what few stones they had towards the rogue mages and their impromptu stone bag. He only glanced at the mages and seemed intent on waiting...until the mage of ice began stepping about, seeming to be looking for trouble after slamming a fist into one of the patrons without much provocation. She was still a small distance away, but from the way she treated each table it was unlikely someone wasn't going to take a hit.
