The Wise Trader seemed as if it any moment ready to erupt into violence. The Niratremi soldiers were all standing blood and violence in their hearts swords raised in the defense of their comrade. While some of the wiser patrons slowly made their way to the door, the rest set with careful observing eyes some with hands shifting under tables reaching for weapons as if they could sense the brawl that seemed to have to come. The soldiers with their attention now open the Iron Mountain group did not notice the serving girls slowly backing away though the one that was getting pawed at seemed very afraid and very scared as Eren’s heroics had now gotten Niratremi blood upon her, the barkeep ushering them away into the kitchen while keeping one eye on the growing confrontation. He was unsure of who was worse at this point the soldiers or the mad men rising to confront them.

As Jericho rose and joined in with the rising of his blade tensions escalated once more. The soldiers grinned at the challenge and took one step closer to Eren and the rest of the group. They were beginning to encircle them like a pack of wild dogs coming in for the kill. Though as Gourn and Erik rose to defuse the situation they hesitated. Thier gaze turned from the golem, an ancient war machine designed to kill gods looking not too pleased with them, to the angry dwarven knight and finally their own screaming companion. The uncertainty was apparent in their eyes. Though this reprieve of peace ended quickly as the Niratremi captain slammed his blade into their table embedding it deeply within straightening up his troops quickly as Niratremi discipline kicked in. The captain was a burly man of distinctly Niratremi heritage as you could practically see the barbarian within him: wild eyes, strong muscular build, wind beaten skin from years of hard outside labor and thick coarse black hair that came out from underneath his helmet in direct juxtaposition with the neatly trimmed beard that lined his face. He spoke with the standard drawl of those that lived upon the border with the Imperium in constant conflict: rolling Rs, joined syllables and a voice that come distinctly from somewhere in the front of the mouth. An almost odd mixture between old Niratremi dialect and more current Imperium peasantry dialect a symbol of the geographic location. He gnashed his teeth as he spoke strong in his convictions.  [b]“We ur nae friends ay yoors. thaur will be bluid fur bluid.”[/b]* 

The rest of the soldiers all roared in agreement ignoring any signs of stopping the one closest to Eren lunged out with his blade. Though before more violence could transpire there was a whoosh as a great axe came hurtling down between the two light aflame with celestial fire. Lady Vekk was now standing between Eren and the soldiers as if she had been sent down from the gates of the gods themselves. She looked decidedly angry at the terms of events her eyes fierce and stern and her whole posture meaning business as she brought the great axe back up swinging it in front of her forcing the guards to take another step back. She spoke with a voice of great conviction mixed with a very noticeable undertone of anger as the guards took another step back from the fiery axe their eyes wide with shock as most unless you were of high standing or really needed it rarely got to see primal magic as flashy as what Lady Vekk was doing. The flames generated heat and the skin would burn as if stricken by real flame real but no embers or fires caught place in the wooden tavern as if the fire was contained within the axe itself. [color=cyan]”There will be [b]no[/b] blood spilt in this establishment today.I believe you backwater barbarians should listen to my associates here and leave or face the consequences.”[/color]

Lady Vekk trying to intimidate them more give her axe another flourish it made a clean arch through the air leaving a quickly dissipating trail of fire behind it. Her eyes glowing red as she channeled the divine right of the Crimson Dragon. The soldiers took another step back speaking amongst themselves in a gurgled and broken language that the halfing could not make heads from tails off as if they were speaking some sort of demonic trance. They continued to point at her and the rest of the group as they seemed to argue amongst themselves. Seemingly aware of her plight Calwen now hiding securely behind Aehren spoke up from his position safely away from the violence. [color=violet]”They are speaking an old drudic dialect that was common in the western part of their land before the Qalini came in and occupied the area. The dialect still survives though among the peasantry as they had no use to learn Common as the Qalini forced the merchants and the noble classes to do.” [/color]

[color=cyan]”Thank you for the history lesson Calwen but it would be useful if I knew what they were saying.”[/color] Lady Vekk called back sternly her eyes never leaving the guards as she made another circle with the great axe keeping them back.

[color=violet]”Oh yes of course... I’m a little rusty but I believe they are calling you a witch... and they are debating on if they want to try and kill you or not.”[/color]  Calwen explained still hiding in the back.

[color=cyan]”Calwen I need you to tell them to stop acting like shriveling wretches and either leave or die like idiots.”[/color] Calwen seemingly flustered mumbled something like a yes as he poked out from behind Aehren and cleared his throat. A moment later he spoke his voice deep and following the same linguistic patterns as the arguing soldiers it was sharp and angry and instantly drew the soldiers attention as they back to face them their eyes drawing from the men in the long robes addressing them to the angry halfling and the rest of her companions. The Captain spoke in common once more addressing them.

 [b]”We dornt loch witch folk loch ye. witch folk cest mingin' curses an' spick in devil tongues.”[/b]** He spoke angrily as if the very idea of witch folk agitated his very superstitious mind. [b]”We kill heem an' ye an aw!”[/b]*** He yelled suddenly as if he had finally made up his mind and the rest of the soldiers yelled as well charging forward. The group of soldiers charged forward and this time no words could stop them. 

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* We are no friends of yours. There will be blood for blood.
** We don’t like witch folk. Witch folk are cast nasty curses and speak in evil tongues 
*** We will kim him and you!
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