Cause some chaos and get the town guard

As the two of you walk, you gently talk between you; eventually the conclusion becomes that you simply can't do anything by yourselves with the two bodyguards there. As such, as you examine the people on sale — you still can't help but to have your stomach turn at the thought — to avoid suspicion, you two start quietly plotting.

"So, what kind of help do we need?"
"We could always go get Giovanni and Aaron but that would require coming back another day. I don't want to let this continue longer than it has to."
"What about the town guard?"
"…"
"…"
"Yeah, I suppose they'll have to do."
"One of us is going to need to contact them, which means we're going to need a distraction."
"I don't have the best rapport with the guard, and I can create a distraction, but I'm going to need the bodyguards' attention off me first."

And so, you head towards the bodyguards. They seem well-trained, so run-of-the-mill distractions are much less likely to work, especially since you have a feeling that that's the sort of distraction which Irina will be making. You reach the bodyguards at the door, and you do your best to flirt with them, pushing down the revulsion of dealing with slavers. "So, what do you two think of me?" They glance at you, giving you a thorough once over. "Suppose you would make a decent sex **** if you weren't a customer." Well, fuck. Better hope this goes well. "Oh? Surely I'm more attractive then mere **** status." "Nope, not really." Well, fuck. You just knew you should have pursued bard training.

Suddenly, one of the bodyguards taps the other on the shoulder and points behind you. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. You turn your head, already dreading what you're going to see, and see Irina, with angelic wings unfurled and a slight aura around her. Well, fuck.

Noticing that she's been noticed, and with no real way of denying shenanigans, she simply shrugs and starts yelling. "DOWN WITH TYRANTS! DOWN WITH SLAVERS!" One bodyguard draws his longsword, while the other looks to you. "Wait, aren't you with her?" Well, seems this has gone all fucked. With a deep sigh, you draw your weapon and prepare for combat.

Unfortunately, before you even get a chance to react, the bodyguards knock you out: three hits from each of them, one of which knocks your weapon out of your hand and two of which hit especially hard, and you're out cold.