"Leprechauns, hun?" The eldest warguard says as he looks around the tavern.
The Wizard points four, Mael, Sera, Osmundus, and Besh. The guards create a two man perimeter and order the four to step out side. They plan to escort them.
Maelius throws a quick concerned glance at Besh and Sera and moves to go along meekly with the guards.
I will not go until I know she is taken care of. Like I said before, Sarenrae be damned should she pass without me doing everything in my power. Let me take her to the local temple to get proper care, then I will go with you quietly without fuss. Otherwise, you can just kill me know for I will not go quietly
Sera stares at the man, not giving an inch. She is steadfast in your views and her obligation to ensure all people are cared for, before her won needs.
The Man in purple and gold walks to the injured lady. Seraphina takes a defensive stance. The wizard turns his attention to the body, then to his hip. He withdraws from a scroll case a long sheet of thick parchment. Seraphina recognizes the spell well enough to let him He complete the incantation and the woman opens her eyes and sits up. Her burn marks mend and her skin color returns to a healthy pink.
"Thank you, oh thank you great wizard." She lowers her eyes and bows her head.
The mage turns to Sera and presents a look good enough?
Seraphina, returns the mans cold glare, and cannot help but smirk at the man's own non-verbal tone in his stony demeanor. She stands up, brushes herself off to be more presentable, and places a hand on Besh's shoulder, and with a warm smile.
Thank you, for protecting me and the woman. We should go now, I don't want to put anyone else at risk for injury.
She than nods at the man in purple as if to say I will go now, for at least the woman is better now.
Besh looks disgusted at the idea of someone "escorting" her from her parent's inn, her own home. But she understands that the cost of one degree of safety is the same degree of freedom. So she follows the caravan out the door, quickly grabbing the Morningstar from behind the bar, and slipping it onto her belt before she leaves. If the guards ask, she intends to explain that it's worth a bit of gold, and she'd rather it weren't stolen.