Thovren heard the loud thump of flesh hitting wood and immediately broke into a run. It could just be a villager. Or it could be one fo the monsters that attacked the village trying to break into a home in order to get to a villager. Either way he needed to make sure whoever it was safe. And if it was a monster he needed to put it down. It came from the old hags house, that much was certain. The older house that smelled of to much spice and questionable ingredients. The door was open already. Not a good sign if he were one to fear the worst. He held the bow at the ready, his fingers shaking ever so slightly over the trigger. 
He heard voices the thought. Human sounding voices. He walked as silently and slowly as he could towards the open door frame. He took a deep breath and held his back to the wall just beside the frame before spinning and bringing his crossbow up and aiming it at this short green tinged being's head. "Drop your Weapon" he almost shouted at the leather makers son before He saw and recognized a second figure I the doorway down the hall and realized that this boy he was pointing his weapon at was the leather makers boy. Kaya was the girl in the hallway, the bard girl. He liked to listen to her play the flute when he had the time, which wasn't often but he tried. Not that he would admit such a hobby to any one. 
He lowered but did not unload his weapon. "Sorry about that, second time over done that so far." he said to Argurios. He moved past the half orc boy and patted him on the shoulder. He seemed to be standing up with no difficulty. "Are you alright Kaya?" he made his way down to hall to the girl. "Have you found anyone else?." He looked past her into the old hag's living room and saw a second girl, Brisa. He couldn't imagine why anyone would willingly choose to spend time in this place but that was her choice he supposed. He could see she was fine, a little frightened maybe but none the worse for wear. "Dakin found me a half hour ago or so. Other than that I'm still trying to find who I can." He was putting on a calm face and demeanour like his father had taught him. 'Never let others know your afraid or worried, because then it spreads to the ranks and the real troubles begin.' He took the bolt out of his crossbow and back into the quiver before loosening the string.
He turned around back to the leather makers son. "have you found anyone else either?"