"What happened? I'll tell you what happened while you were sleeping the night away. Some fucking monster kicked in the door to the room next to where the women were staying, and then proceeded to try to murder everyone it saw. Then the shirtless guy punched it to death in the middle of the streets. I don't know who was sleeping in the room, or if they're still alive. We're fortunate to be alive ourselves, given that it looked like a fucking nightmare given life and seemed to take quite the beating." 

Faeril made his way towards the table with the two of them, crossbow still at hand. He looked even grumpier than normal, having not gone back to sleep after fighting the demon, then soothing the owner of the inn, and then settling down with his crossbow and his paranoia to keep him company. He didn't know where the demon came from, but he wasn't willing to bet that the bouncer to the inn had killed it or that there were not any others coming behind it to finish the job. So he had waited quietly in his room for any sound that would indicate someone was coming for them again.

It was a quiet night, much to Faeril's relief. Still, it did nothing to improve his mood or temperment. 

He spoke between bites of the food, grunting in thanks at Isolde. "Now, apparently, there's a string of mauled corpses that conviently lead to us. That just happens to be showing up the same night a demon tries to kill us. I'm not one for coincidences personally, so I think we should figure out who was in that room and why they were being attacked by that disgusting thing." Looking around, he spotted Beren and Emmaline. He didn't know what the shirtless man's name was, but that wasn't particularly important as he yelled across the tavern. 

"Bouncer! Who was in the room that that thing attacked first? And are they still breathing?"