Male Human(ish) Level 3 RPG Monkey
You cast your spell and catch three of the toughs on the left side of the semicircle, who cry out in pain as they are wrapped in the growing vegetation. Grint manages to jump clear as thorny vines erupt beneath his feet, but is caught in the area of wild growth. The other three draw daggers, but back away rather than rushing forward. Pliska seems surprised, watching things play out with a wide-eyed fascination. Grint curses and raves, spouting threats, but pushes backwards away from the two of you rather than forward. Following his lead, the three free toughs likewise back away, skirting the area of your spell.
You notice nothing over the inviting sounds and light from the tavern, but Whisperwing puffs up on your shoulder, feathers ruffling, head swiveled toward a dark alley across the road from the inn, where the yellow light of the lamps does not reach. Talons grip more tightly on your shoulder as you share your familiar's sense of warning and danger.