A wheel of fire turned in the air above Glanduk the Loud, and three blazing spokes erupted from it, sizzling and searing two goblins and sending a third scattering for cover. Thatch's hammer swung low and up into the jaw of the undead creature before him, ramming bone shards up into the underside of its skull and sending it sprawling backwards. Ducking and weaving through the legs of the tall folk, Milo saw his opening and sent a hatchet whipping haft over head into the back of the skull of another walking corpse, dropping it hard.
Andis Kyrtsor had fought his way over to the west side of the taproom and was sparring with two of the kidnappers. They finished shoving two more bound and sack-headed bodies out the window and turned on the human, forcing him back with a flurry of stabs and slashes. In the chaos, a woman next to him screamed: "My brother!" at the figure that was dragged off into the night, reaching out towards the broken window. Kyrtsor flung his arm and cloak around her, pushing her out of the way just in time as one of the goblins lunged in, slashing his thigh and making him grimace. Despite the violence he caught Milo's snarl and replied grimly: "Lady Fervida, I am afraid. She is a necromancer and hex-smith of no small ability, and it seems she has cursed these minions to know no rest while in her service – even from death." As if to prove his point, the two burned bodies Glanduk has struck down crawled to their feet, smoking and stinking of charred flesh, and began to lumber forwards.
Rapping its cudgel against the flat of its blade, one of the goblins jeered at him. "No curse, krief-targ! A blessing! Rune Tribe has no fear! Rune Tribe never die!" The goblin's eyes widened as one of the unseen barmaids swung a slop bucket at his head, sending him to his belly on the floor.
