Chapter 1: Nightstone

Chanler fumbles with his lute, right shoulder still stinging from the blow- "Uh. You should start dancing!" and bursts into the best dancing song he knows. The only problem is that he already said he didn't like the music.

The commotion was starting to draw a crowd and apparently, the men weren't listening to her. Kal'lista lifted her fallen ale mug and gave it a chuck at one of the men surrounding Chanler. "I said stop!"

Carrik takes the punch, head barely moves. "You shouldn't have done that."

Carrik swings at him. Clocking him square in the face. 7 damage. As he sees one of them moving towards Lista, Carrik moves over to try take the heat off her.

Focused on putting everything he has into his music, Chanler is caught unaware and in a corner when both of the men rush him at once. The impact of two bodies slamming into his chest causes the air to leave his lungs as he weakly sputters "Hey, how about we all just settle down and have a drink! On me!" barely loud enough for the two men holding him to hear.

"Uh" Chanler clears his throat and tries to look a little less scared for his life "Yes! Drinks for you and all your friends on me!" This time yelling loud enough for all to hear.

Kal'lista was stiff, ready to pounce in case the man her way didn't go with it. Her hand reached out and closed around the other cup sitting on their table.

Carrik is still ready to go at it but knows he'd be putting Lista into danger so manages to somewhat calm it."Yeah? Why should we. Only joining in the fun that your boys started. Was quite happy listening to the music." Carrik makes his way into the captain's face. A quick smile, "Out matched was ya?"

"Free drinks are free drinks, And a selfless act of jumping to help a bar in need shouldn't go unrewarded." Carrik chuckles looks to Lista, "You joining?"

Kal'lista stared at the men around her for a moment, before setting the cup she was still holding down. She offered Carrik a slight nod. "Can't really turn down a free drink, can I?"

Chanler looks down towards his patron. "I'm.. fine. Morak. Well I am now at the very least." Chanler reaches into his belt pouch and pulls out a gold piece. "Could you please get two gallons of ale for the table-" Glancing back towards the table and grimacing slightly, Chanler quickly pulls out another gold piece and hands both of them to Morak. "And make it the nice ale. Thank you." Chanler begins to step towards the table and notices that he's still covered head down in ale. He sighs a slightly angry sigh and mumbles under his breath "This was my best shirt". He then starts twisting his hands in concentric, arcane gestures and mumbling under his breath in an effort to make the ale drenching his face and hair disappear. His hair and face magically dry. The shirt will take more time to clean properly.
Chanler walks -clothes still soggy with ale- over to the table and carefully takes a seat.

Carrik slaps the bard on the back as he takes his seat. "You did well there lad, but you're gonna need to learn how to defend ya'self proper. Next time I might nit be there and the next may not be as reasonable as this one here." gesturing to the merc captain.

Kal'lista huffed softly and reached out to give Carrik a slap on the back of the head. "Like you're one to talk, you've gotten your ass kicked more times than I can count... Hush up and drink your ale." She turned to offer the bard a smile. "Ignore him...he's got a big mouth... Doesn't think before he talks."

Carrik sits forward from the slap as he was leaning back on.his chair. "True, true." Carrik nods as he says this "Dont improve without getting your ass kicked once in a while. But I've also kicked more ass than you can count too" Carrik goes back to leaning on his chair.