Fate Intervenes....

You were just about to quietly exit your room when you start to hear loud voices from across the hall. A man and a woman as far as you could tell. He was yelling at her obviously angry about the noise down stairs and she tried to calm him down. You could hear each slap he landed on her yelling incomprehensible swears at the top of his lungs.

His door burst open and he rushes downstairs. His fast angry foot steps all but alerted the party. By now the men where aware of his presence and sounds of chairs scraping across the floor was a bad sign for him. His footsteps stoped abbrptly at the bottom of the stairs. The woman ran down after him. Her steps were fast and sloppy, crying his name with each step.

Sounds of a struggle followed. Olaf could be heard trying to intervene, but he was quickly shouted at" BACK YE' FAT OLE'ASS UP PIG!" A loud roar of laughter erupted from them.

You couldn't take it any longer you pack up your equipment and carefully sneak downstairs ready to cast at a moments notice.

The cries had gotten louder and the voices much more clear. The party had the loud man down on his back with two of the men holding him down, holding a dagger to his throat. You take a moment to examine the room and everyone in it.

Olaf was behind the bar looking very beat up. Bruises all over his face. His teeth were all bloody, and he was bracing his ribs with one hand while the other seemed to be the only reason he was able to keep standing up. All of this and the man only showed fear for the poor man in the adventurers clutches. He continued to beg for them to stop that they could have whatever they wanted if they just left them all alone.

You slowly creep closer to the action taking cover by the far end of the bar. Out of the corner of your eye you see a shadowy figure drinking alone in the back short and stout. Crouched behind the register was a halfing woman barley into her twenties. She had long brown hair and her clothing was kind of plain looking even for the area you were in. Grasping her knees and shaking, her large eyes were shut tight with fear but she managed to slowly open them. Your eyes meet and you place a finger to your lips motioning for silence. A quick nod from the poor halfling lass and you examined the party a bit closer.