The group pushes its way out of the mead hall and comes to a crowd assembled around the remnants of a fight. Two human men stand apart from each other, restrained by their kin, swords and axes laying on the ground.

In between them lies a slain elf, blood soaking through his fine garments, a large bronze seax protruding from his chest. Clerics tend to the remains with oils and essences.

A group of elves stand nearby with their hands on their sword hilts, talking amongst themselves. In the front, an older elf stares down the two men.

The two men scream furiously at one another. "That is NOT mine!" "He PLANTED that!" "By Thor's goats I will have you pay!" "You will bear God's wrath!"

It is, in general, a tense scene. The crowd mutters rumors.