Urdal had observed with an exterior of calm as one of the people, who had agreed to work for him, was dragged off by the patron, who had been harassed by the limping priest, and had also turned out to be an ancient being from children's stories, as well as Numenor charging down the stairs and out of the door shortly after the ungodly roar shook the landmass surrounding the tavern.

 The patrons were all concerned. So far, the half-elf was glad nothing had happened in the tavern, as they would most likely be asked to pay for damages. However, considering they had went outside and something bad was going on, there might be damages to pay for nonetheless. Orky just ran past him, into the corridor and out onto the street. Oh well, he was hopeful his newfound, green skinned comrade would stick around, but if he felt like dying, so be it.

 The drunken woman, now with a mug of water in front of her, seemed to be the calmest one of those he would end up hiring, in comparison to those outside probably breaking bones and cracking skulls. For a moment he hoped he could sit down next to her and wait it out, but he was too scared to stay still. Nervously, he ran a finger through the gap in his hair. A finger, because if he ran more than one of them through, he'd ruin his immaculate haircut.

 He thought about going outside and bringing his comrades back in. Considering three out of four were there, and one, who was most likely not completely hooked on joining still, was in the tavern, it would be more leader-like to go out and deal with the issue. But his feet just would not go there. The big, demonic being was still standing there, horns grinding against the ceiling. Urdal figured that such a big guy would come out as imposing... Maybe usher some [i]fear[/i] into them... Although anything the red and black man could do was probably not as scary when put up against the deafening roar.

"Hey... You lookin' for a job?" Asked Urdal, looking at the demon.