Gameplay - Chapter 2 - Dakaj's Solace Inn

Upon being woken up so roughly, the first thing Darthon did was of course the most important. Trying to find his pants.
One hand holding his pants up and the other gripping the bow and quiver of arrows, he tumbled out of his room "What is happening? Are we being attacked?". Rushing to find the owners of the place, Darthon hoped to find out if they had any plans for such situations.

Bantalom started looking for the quickest way out of this situation. Somewhere with cover, where he can retreat until this blows over. If anything got in the way of that, such obstacles could be removed.

Eferneya wakes up with a gasp as the alarm bell starts ringing, her hand instinctively going for the crow's beak lying on top of the night desk on her right. After the ordeal on the River Maiden she had hoped to get a night of uninterrupted rest here in Dakaj's Solace Inn, but that apparently wasn't in the cards. She jumped up from the bed, quickly put on her overgown and huried out of her room and downstairs, prepared for combat.

Bantalom quickly ascended to the third floor, and stood by the stairs, watching the lower floor and listening intently. From here, he could more readily defend himself if that should come to it.

Casting aside his fear of being unwelcome in the inn, Fenya bursts into the common room and finds Eferneya there. "Goblins!" he squeaks. "They're coming over the wall with ladders! And they're going to kill whoever's on guard! And ringing the alarm bell!"

Passing the room at first, Darthon took a few steps back and looked at the minstrel. Fenya's words ringing in his ear and having seen Koldra and Tandrag run ahead of him, there was only one reasoning to go by. One of their children was the one who rang the bell.
Darthon threw his bow and quiver on Blackhawks bed to have the other hand free to close his pants and pull on his silk shirt. "Damn it. We were caught with our pants down and now there is a kid about to be overrun by goblins." Darthon talked loudly, so the minstrel could clearly hear him, as he tried to get a look through the shutters to the gatehouse. While not looking at him, he then adressed Blackhawk directly and clearly "Blackhawk. What do the people in good stories do in such a case? Maybe we can take inspiration from a tale and come out ahead.".
Darthon was itching to grab his bow and get the child, but hoped to instill a similar desire in the minstrel.

Cursing he grabbed his bow and quiver and continued downstairs "Damn it. We need a plan fast. Every second we waste, the goblins get closer to the kid. I'm going!".

Eferneya ran after Darthon. She agreed that time was of the essence if the kid was in danger. Now was not a time for talking, but for action.

"There!" Fenya points out the incoming goblin to his companions. Particularly Darthon who is armed with a bow. Fenya hesitates, waiting to see what the others will do.

Feet beating the floor as quick as they can, Darthon had barely a moment to think of a plan. Somehow they had to get the child away from the wall and manage to keep the attackers at bay. There was the possibility to use the kid in the defense instead of saving it, but Darthon did not realize that. Instead he saw their own goblinoid ally, Feny, pointing something out to him. Specifically him. Which drove him to push past the entrance, getting clear of the door to pull his bowstring with any strength he needed.

Gritting his teeth from the pain in his shoulder, Darthon pulled the bowsting with all his might. The little goblin head peeking over the wall was too tiny that he could allow a gust of wind to shift the arrow's path.

Eferneya runs for the ladder to the guard post above the gate, intent on getting Melga to safety.

Bantalom will stay put. If the inn is stormed, he will fight to the last against any enemy that attacks him directly. Additionally, he is at the top of the stairs the children went up, so if anyone's getting to the children, it will be through him first.

"The Well! They're saying something about the Wellspring!" Fenya warns anyone who will listen, before scrambling up the ladders with Eferneya.