The situation rapidly escalated from amusing to absurd, right in front of Reverin. The wizard audibly scoffed when the disillusioned male came into view, expressing his hate of tieflings. Reverin was quite fond of the odd creatures, seeing an unnatural beauty and power in them. He had barely enough time to dispel some of the wards guarding the fence when a burly, half orcish creature named Raa had flown into it. He wouldn't be able to do much anyway, the mage thought. He'd spent a few months preparing the various wards around the tower, and had only dispelled a few of them.

With a rather annoyed look on his face, he gestured for the orcish abomination to get out of his garden. The dent in the ground the paladin had already made would take days to fix, and longer to re-cultivate. While the lumbering sack of flesh took its sweet time to get up with the help of the human newcomer, Reverin considered him. There was nothing immediately alarming about him, but nothing immediately calming, either. The tiefling woman he had seen a few times before at the markets, and she appeared to be exactly what she looked like. The only new thing about her were the magical abilities.

The human, that he knew nothing about. Something bothered the young mage about the seemingly simple attire of the man. He had sensed a flicker of magic on him, but couldn't place what kind of spellcaster he would have to be. Or that he would be a spellcaster at all! Not knowing all of this bothered Revering beyond reasoning. He unwillingly narrowed his eyes looking at the man.

The orc, or rather, half-orc, appeared to be a simple creature indeed, a rather unlikely candidate for a Paladin of Mielikki. Wasn't she a ranger goddess? The yelp coming from somewhere in his robe when he landed was more surprising. Perhaps he was a ranger after all, carrying all kinds of vermin in his pockets. In the event of a fight, Reverin decided he would put the orcish monster at the front. The less of these filthy creatures remained, the better. The young mage scratched his ear, suddenly acutely aware that his birth-given pointy ears were not present due to the masking enchantment. The sacrifices he made to get better prices.

Sensing a stalemate of sorts at the scene, he coughed to get everyone's attention:

"If all of you manage to defeat my pets, I'll consider hiring you." he said with a clear edge of arrogance.

The lumbering elemental charged forward, commanded by Reverin to go after the green skinned brute instead of the tiefling. To not let the rest of the party feel all alone, he cast a contingency dweomer on the approaching undead, awoken by the alarm, and bade them to charge at the tiefling and human alike. With a dozen warriors amongst their ranks, and half as much deceased townspeople, he figure it would be a good test of their mettle.