It would have been a lie to say that Hassan was listening very intently to the briefing. Mercenaries, a smuggler, a ship, an apostate priest, a summoner - it was all very much to process, and even though he felt he had sobered up significantly, Hassan found his attention wavering. "Bad men, smuggler, potential collateral damage. Got it." He yawned and clapped his fellow inquisitor on the back as the ever-practical warrior began drilling the soldiers for information.

"Alright, here's the plan. We kick in the door, I tell everyone to leave, we declare this man under arrest, Stina tears his bodyguard's arms off, and I will get him to tell us... whatever it was we needed him to tell us. Something about where someone was? Whatever." Inwardly, Hassan felt for his reserves of Ether and found that they were rather lower than he would have been entirely comfortable with - perhaps he really had been overdoing it. There might still be enough to tell these 'ice pirates' to drop their weapons... but he had to admit Stina was probably a safer bet.

With a flourish, he drew one of his curved daggers out of his belt and waved it around his head. "Try to keep up! The Word of God goes to do His work!" With a shuffling sprint, the intoxicated inquisitor rounded the alleyway to the front door of the inn and crashed into it with his shoulder, immediately sprawling on the floor. He picked himself up in a hurry without checking to see if his allies were behind him; his second impact on the door managed to knock the bolt off of it, and cold air blew into the establishment as Hassan stood in the doorway.

Calling on most of what remained of his ether, Hassan opened his mouth and let the beautiful Word flow. "[color=fff200][i]Everybody get the hell out![/i][/color]"