The remaining thug, seeing his companions go down, fights on grimly. Dodging to the side, he ignores the guard and stabs at the approaching halfling viciously.
The northern guard moves to make sure Fíriel's alright, while the southern one retaliates against the remaining attacker. His club finally manages to find purchase.
Jametor turns to the last remaining concious guard and flings his hand out as he yells a command word. A missile of energy shoots from his fingertips, unerringly hitting the thug.
The remaining thug goes down with a scream of pure terror at his last sight: that of Njord approaching from the north.
Antal will stay where he is, preparing to take down another thug if need be.
Njord gives the elf a nod that says Well done - apparently unconcerned about his own exposed and dangling status.
”Har! What the hell happened?” the big hairy Njord barks.
Fíriel kneels to clean off her dagger, nodding her thanks at the guard's inquiry.
Randall moves over to the unconscious thug and prepares to finish him off.
He pauses with a frown, then motions to the others. "Heard something around back," he whispers to the others, nodding northward before resuming his task.
"So much for holding this one for questioning."
Swiftwing alights on Jametor's shoulder and both listen.
Njord grabs the longsword from one of the fallen thugs.
”Sam.”, he calls out. ”Bring me my bag of herbs. Hurry.”
"Coming!"
Jametor pulls a potion out of his robe and drinks it.
Swifting squawks then says, "Door broken, voices."
ETA:
Randall uses his move action to search the thug.
Fíriel rifles through the fallen tough's pockets and finds the potion, then drinks it down. "I think this is due recompense for ruining my lovely dress..." she mutters.
Antal remains still and waits to see what else will happen.
Samaritha comes hurrying out with Njord's herb bag, a blanket wrapped around her hastily. Fíriel stands up and proceeds northward to meet Randall and find out what's going on.
Njord grabs the bag and catches Samaritha with a kiss.
"Go back to the room and lock the door. Don't open it until I come to get you", the naked ulfen warns.
Fishing out a protective ointment, he applies it to his forearm.
Jametor turns to the remaining guards, "Watch him, don't kill him. We need to talk to him later." Jametor indicates the thug on the ground.
The guards nod and throw sober glances at the thug on the ground.
The armed but lewdly flopping Njord takes off through the northern door.
Samaritha heads back toward the guest suites, but freezes in the doorway to the antechamber. With a look back at Njord, she gestures toward the hallway intently.
Njord will move down the hallway instead.
Njord doesn't notice anything alarming immediately, but Samaritha continues gesturing, and whispers, "Intruders!"
The Ulfen does manage to spot the window at the end of the hall, swinging ever so slightly in the wind.
Concerned that Sam's indicating something other than what he thought he'd heard, Randall pauses to listen before changing direction.
Antal is gonna head to follow these crazy folks to maybe skewer another enemy.
He keeps moving toward where he thought he heard the original move, slightly distracted by his doubts.
Fíriel looks to Randall and pauses as well, waiting for him to indicate which direction they should go. After a moment, though, her eyes get bigger and she points animatedly in the direction Njord went.
Looking at Firiel, "Do you still hear them?"
Fíriel nods and whispers back. "I hear something... sounds like people moving around, but those rooms aren't occupied!"
She moves toward the sounds and into the antechamber.
Swiftwing squawks and says, "Stairs, noise"
Frowning, Randall follows Firiel, dagger at the ready.
A man wearing dark silks suddenly emerges from near the end of the hallway, holding a dagger. He screeches like an exotic night-bird and attacks the horrific sight before him.
His dagger goes wide, but another black-clothed man pokes his head out of the door across the hall and fires off his own dagger, despite his desire to gouge out his own eyes with it instead.
Antal is gonna try and get close enough to use Burning Disarm. If he's close enough this round to get one of the enemies with the daggers, then DC 15 Reflex save to successfully drop the weapon or they take...
But if he's still too far away, he'll fire off a bolt at the nearest.
If he doesn't crossbow this turn, that'll be his action next turn, so yay!
Randall whispers to the blanket-clad girl. "If you have spells, you might consider how they could be used."
Seeing that it's going to be difficult to get past the Ulfen, Randall reverses course, running for the broken window and circling around behind Black Pajamas #1 .
Njord grunts in pain as the thrown dagger grazes his bare arm.
Raising his weapon high, the big naked ulfen gives a berserk roar as he closes on the farthest attacker and brings his sword to bear.