[center][b]Nortiz - Dawn, Mirica [/b][/center]

Swiftly, Nortiz took advantage of the newcomer's arrival. He ducked down, knocked over the old guy, then rolled to shelter under the knights' table. Risky, but a lightning wielding mage actively attacking people should be higher priority than a suspected laguez. He hoped Mildred would be alright though. The barmaid was nice, for being a beroc.

Next, he struggled to free his wings. He couldn't transform with them in their current position! They were already sore enough as it was. Transforming like this could potentially break them. Why hadn't he figured out something to hide how they felt when patted? He had only seen himself as behind the counter and not someone people would randomly have a chance or inclination to pat. 

He grabbed his beastsone to be ready while he tore at the tunic. It'd take too long to to lift above his head right now. He knew he was panicking though as his attempts became frantic, but it couldn't be helped. Getting caught now meant either official custody or mob rule. And either pathway would be no picnic. Only the dumb knight's companion promised a possibility of things working out if surrendered to. He'd obviously been willing to leave things alone before the old man came in, noticing something before. Nortiz would be dammed though if he willingly surrendered to a beroc without exhausting every other options, not again.