Oster growled as a pitchfork was shoved in his face. But still, he did not make a movement. This close, he was at a disadvantage. Doubtless, he could take them on, but he was here to save this place. Not paint it in blood. He stifled a sigh of relief when the weapons of the guards were lowered. (If they could even be called weapons and if these people could even be called guards) When questioned, Oster spoke his intentions. "I am Oster Trevayne. I have come to liberate this land from the darkness that has taken hold. I hunt Vampires as a trade, though all creatures who make a mockery of the precious gift of life fear my arrow. You have nothing to fear from me unless you oppose law and order."

While Oster chatted up the guards, [b]he looked around for any reinforcements waiting in the wings.[/b] He didn't expect things to come to combat, but it was good to be prepared. Then again, Bryn walking past the men might incite something. While he did admit, a drink sounded good, dealing with armed men threatening them seemed the more pressing issue.

[hider=Perception Check]1d20 + 5 = [b]19[/b][/hider]