The Town in the Ruins IC

[4th number]

Rogar stands at the door to the public hall, greataxe in hand. Prax is at the bottom of the 10 steps leading to the doorway. Ardan is 30 feet away in the thick of the crowd.

The rest of the crowd, some four or five hundred by now, quiets down as the tougher and more experienced citizens on the scene take charge. Eupraxia alone probably commands half the forces of the underworld-- surely she, a drunk dwarf, and a guardsman could take care of... whatever this was.

Rogar hears from behind him, "... organize a team!" a moment before he bellows out, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" into the open door.

There is a moment of silence, broken only by the clanking of Ardan's armor as he shuffles up the steps.

"Why don't you three come in?" suggests a reasonable-sounding voice.