Commotion

Jax's peaceful reflection was rudely interrupted by the sounds of shouting and banging down in the bar. The Inn was no stranger to unwelcome guests, so he pulled his poorly maintained sword from a cabinet it laid on, got dressed in a hurry, and headed down the stairs again.

He was not surprised to see that Drey was stood tall in the middle of the room, facing 4 burly brutes, dressed in leather armour and hoods. Their small daggers were drawn, Clearly showing they had no intention of peaceful negotiation. Jax managed to step down the stairs without the usually obnoxious creaking, and blended in with the crowd of patrons who watched the scene unfolding. Drey however did spot him, and they exchanged a nod, understanding they had each others backs.

"Now give us our facking money, you long faced horse fucker." The man at the front of the gang shouted aggressively at Drey. The centaur did not take too kindly to the slurs and Jax could he him stamping his hoof in anger.

"I've told you, and your boss..." Drey sighed "We don't owe you shit."

"Yes you do! Lying cunt!" The man shouted again, stepping closer and pointing his blade. A gasp emerged from the crowd, notably Lola, who was quite distraught. It seems she had been hit by one of the men, shown by a large red mark on her neck and shoulder, maybe earlier when they came in.

"Even if we did owe you, we don't have the money to pay... 5 Gold is fucking outrageous."

"Fine then... looks like your corpse will have to do." The man spat on the ground while his little gang laughed. They were about to attack. Jax had to act before it was too late. He grasped his short sword by the hilt and lunged for the man at the back of the group. The blade slid through his gut, making him squeal like a pig. As amusing as it was, Jax had no time to laugh, so he twisted the sword inside and pulled it back out with great ****, leaving the goon bleeding out onto the floor. A second goon was quick to face Jax, attempting to poke him with a dagger. Jax easily hit the dagger to the side, launching it from the mans grasp. It seemed fear grasped him as his eyes grew wide, wanting to apologise for what he did. But he was a little late, because Jax had already slit his throat. Blood once again trickled down to the floor as the man folded like an omelette.

Drey was having the time of it life it seemed, as he smashed the skulls of the other two men together, making short work of them. The bar had been jeering the two saviours of the inn, Jax had barely noticed because of how focused he had been. Drey looked over to him. "Crackin' work eh?"

Jax laughed a little, wiping his rusty, blood soaked blade on one of the dead mens corpses. If they hadn't been killed, the tetanus would certainly have finished them off in a couple of days. "Light work my friend" He replied.

Drey's voice boomed out for the whole inn to hear. "A free drink to anyone who helps get rid'v bodies"

The alcoholic patrons cheered as they ran over to grab the bodies, and hauled them outside in a hurry. some were looted for their goods, but they didn't seem to be carrying much.