As all watched on eagerly to see how the situation would unfold, it’s climax came on suddenly and was quite underwhelming. With a simple word spoken by the elderly man a searing bright light flashed before him as though a portal to the sun had been opened. The harmless light faded as quickly as it had appeared taking with it the holy man.

What followed next was chaos. The two hooded shorter minions who were still standing on the upper level advanced to the railings. With a ‘Woosh’ of their cloaks each was suddenly holding an ornate, brightly decorated crossbow. One after another the two started unleashing bolts in a timed continuous rhythm. 

Click. Twang. Whistle. Thud. Click. Twang. Whistle. Thud.

It was soon clear that the targets were the Imps, as silver bolts dug into the tables and floor around them, pierced through leathery wings or tore through their inky dark flesh splattering black blood throughout the tavern.