The man sat there at the table all alone rather listlessly. His stillness contrasting his inner restlessness. He was feeling the heat of the urgency start to smolder on the back of his neck. These people needed to hurry up and get ready already. “Ey old man, how about some breakfast involving some bread, butter, and fish?” He said as he dropped some coin onto the bar.    He stood there as he then decided to take an early drink while he waited for either the breakfast or the others to arrive.  Either would be good right now since any moment everything was going to be bad. It was like watching the prelude to someone about to trip and make a mess, but you’re too late to properly intervene. Time continued to trickle as he stood there waiting, standing on a hair’s breadth away from the inevitable violence approaching.  His head swiveled as he glanced at the stairwell for any activity.  Nothing.  His gaze returned to the kitchen area.

The sound of a window being smashed. 

From both the window and the backdoor these maddened cultists were swarming the area.  A sense of relief washed over him. It was now time to act to act!  He grabbed his stick and vaulted over the bar and went into area.  he thrust his staff with great force into a cultist’s diaphragm which followed with a great sweep.  The cultists were already dragging out the owner’s wife and kids. He kicked up a table propping it vertically as some cultists tried and charge at him with weapons drawn.  Despite the closed nature of the area, he still was able to use the stick effectively as instead he used thrusts and little swipes to control their movement and attack.  He clobbered his way towards the cultists with the kids and wife of which there were three. He then tripped and dropped his weapon.

They laughed at him, the wife and children merely looked on in horror and some minor exasperation, that this is how they'd violently die. "End this meddlesome fool's life now!" One barked towards the other.  The other one acquiesced as he marched confidently towards the man.  With a surprising amount of speed and force the man rose up delivering a mighty punch sending the cultist backwards stumbling to the ground. Meanwhile he moved forwards so fast and gracefully as too look like he was gliding towards them as a hand hooked into a "C" shape grabbed onto an arm twisting it violently as to create cracking noises before using the momentum to slam the cultist the ground while the other arm delivered a smashing elbow blow to the face cracking and dislocating the jaw of the final cultist. With a little motion, the stick entered into his hands. 

Just then he noticed a little fairy flying around lost.  "One sec." The man said to the family. It was that man's pet/familiar and given the chaos of what's happening around them, he hazarded a guess that she was sent down to do something. Although, what that something would remain a mystery as she seemed not that great as complex things. "Hey there, what did your owner sent you down here for? Can't you see bad things are happening around us?" He said as though talking to a small child. He then patiently listened to her try and explain things and would respond as simply to her as possible. 

"Old man, I don't know what to do right now. Leaving you guys alone seems like a death sentence, but on the other hand it seems I might be needed to head upstairs and take care of these damn cultists." Truthfully he didn't want to go upstairs as he figured the others should be up and taking care of things. He'd rather wait and protect this family and then fight his way into the seed. Sure it'd be a long fight to go through, but seeing them do only reignited this antipathy towards them into a purer hate. These fiends needed to be stopped and he'd be helping.