Lambor's Hold

With the few insects still clinging to Taz Arphaxad turned his axe upside down with the haft up making it into an ersatz club to beat away at the now fading swarm.

Belathor scans the room to see if anyone else is injured. He shouts a healing word at Auras (Bonus action)

Then grabbing his mace he moves to help with the swarm.

Auras feels the holy energy radiate and heal her body making her feel sick to her stomach despite the healing to her wounds shaking her head to clear and focus on getting rid of the last sward she reachs out her hand and starts to focus and soon unleashes a blast of eldritch energy at the swarm.

Aura breathed heavily. she soon grabbed her things and started out of the room. looking around and hoping she could find someone who tell her was going on and how those damn bugs got into their room. she refused to spend one more day with those bugs possiiaby on her anymore. she was pissed tired and disgusted with the whole situation.

Belathor lowers his mace and calls on Lathander to heal Taz

Auras looks up as the innkeeper throws open the door. Open her mouth then closes it before standing and said "I dont want to talk about it. But I want this problem solved and I want to solve it now." She exclaims still feeling the disgusting bugs on her.

Arphaxad was looking as nonplussed as a dragonborn can look. One minute he was having a dream of presenting a nice lavish meal to the court back in Blackstone, the next minute he was trying to fend off vermin from making a smorgasbord out of him and his companions. With the last thought, and despite the apparent danger they were in, the warrior flashed a toothy grin giving him the visage of a dragon savoring a kill. ''All thing's fine now. Ye can say these bugs bit off more than they can chew Har!!''

"What a night!" Taz exclaimed, once the last of the bugs had fallen. "Thank you, thank you everybody," she said, having lost track in the hubbub of who did what to which bugs. The important thing was that they'd all jumped in to help each other. No one had run away to save their own skin, and instead they had succeeded in vanquishing at least one troupe of insane insects from harrying the town.

Belathor prayed over her, and she watched in quiet awe as her wounds healed.

"Goodness," she breathed. "My thanks, Father."

She had just looked up to say something to Auras, who seemed upset and intent on leaving, when the door burst open and Darney was there. Taz pulled herself to her feet, brushing away the remains of blood and bug bits, and was caught off guard by Arphaxad's comment. She snickered, at first, and put a hand to her mouth to stop herself. This wasn't a laughing matter! But it struck her just so, and the snicker ballooned into a chuckle, and the chuckle forced its way into a laugh.

"Don't ever change, Arphaxad," she told him, reaching out to put a hand to his shoulder. Smiling now and feeling better in spite of what'd happened, she looked to Darney.

"I can see why everyone walks around armed, now. You don't have any idea where these bugs are coming from? I've never seen any like them!"

"You're welcome, child. Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity."

Narissa pulls her hair down from where it's stuck on her horns and blow a handful of hair out of her mouth. "I hate bugs." She declares irritably returning to her bed and sitting back down with a thump, "Hate them hate them hate them!" She looks at Taz, then Auras and finally Father Smythe, "Are the three of you all right?" Her tail swishes back and for furiously.

"Thanks to you folks, I am," Taz replies to Narissa, nodding her head as she straightens herself. "You're okay?" she checkes, looking over Narissa and Belethor as well.

Darney's input causes a curious look to hit the bard's face.

"Murya? Who's that? I don't think I've met them. Anyone who knows more about the source of these things is worth talking to." She paused, and glanced to the window, trying to determine what the weather was currently like and take a guess at the hour.

"She’s the local spiritual advisor. I was speaking to her earlier."

Narissa tries again to straighten her hair but it still looks a fright. "Ya, I just woke up looking at a swarm of bugs which are now smashed all over the place." She looks at Darney, "You wouldn't happen to have a mop?"

"Can we talk to her in the morning? I look much better when I've had a proper sleep." She glances about at the smashed bugs, "Maybe we should rotate watches and double up in the beds. I mean so no one is easy prey."

Taz nodded at Belathor's answer, then looked back to Darney when Narissa asked for a mop.

"You said other guests were attacked tonight, Darney?" she asked. "Is everyone okay? Are the bugs all gone, now, or should we take a lap around the rooms to make sure?"

Once that was answered, she nodded to Narissa's suggestion.

"That sounds like a good idea. I don't mind taking first watch; I doubt I'll sleep easily after a wake-up like that," she said, a little shudder moving through her as she recalled the advance of the bugs.

"Did you want someone to sit up with you?" Narissa asks, "I find it easier to stay awake when I have someone to talk to."