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Grask had elected to tune most of the inn out and wait patiently. The holy princely boy had seen himself out when one of the Tiefling women vomited all over him, and it was just an utter bore for him after. Frankly, Grask preferred boredom in these situations. No shootouts, no "investors" looking for a moment of his time, no thieves. Just a man and his rabbit and grouse stew. When the food hit the bar, he might've grinned if he didn't have a snout. He picked up a fork and stabbed at a piece of meat, savoring it. Pretty damn good, it [i]was[/i] fresh. [color=ea834e]"Appreciated."[/color] He wasn't complaining tonight. Warm food always lifted the soul.

And then... The bowl rattled.

[i]Thump.[/i]

Grask went still, then turned to look at the door to the inn. Other people inside noticed too.

[i]Rumble.[/i]

The floor shook, dust from the ceiling fell. The stool Grask was resting on shook beneath his weight.

[i]CLANG.[/i]

The whole damn [i]building[/i] quaked. The sound was reminiscent of an earthquake, following by the clattering of wood against wood, as Grask was thrown out of his seat and sent straight into the floor. The stew he ordered and was looking forward to packing away had been tossed like a rotten apple in the direction of someone's heaved alcohol from moments ago. Now, on any other night, that'd have him more than a little disgruntled. But right now, something just wasn't fucking right. So Grask managed to get to his feet, and hearing the screams and shouting outside past the windows, he withdrew his Manablaster and kicked the front door open.

Outside, it was a hellscape. The tower in the distance, which he had heard was dormant for a long, [i]long[/i] time, was active. The top of it was spinning, energy was roiling off it, tremors razed the town all around and laid waste to all that breathed. Because of fucking course. Grask was no warrior, but he was trained to fight in his own ways. For him, that meant picking battles and knowing how to work out a solution in the middle of things. He didn't know how to stop that, and realistically speaking, no one here was going to, so the only sensible conclusion the Dragonborn could come to within the three seconds he stood there was to ride the chaos out.

[color=ea834e]"Hells..."[/color] People were running, getting away. Grask's vision snapped to a woman and an infant, being shielded by some large construct.

[quote][color=00FA9A]“Don’t just stand there!”[/color][/quote]

Grask charged forward.

His gauntlet cracked with a purple energy. He jumped over a boulder that had been tossed from a retaining wall and swung his arm in the direction of the woman. A small projectile expanded in his hand, rapidly forming into a rectangular shape. A lilac-colored, translucent barrier that shielded the woman from the debris. It was an odd angle, but it deflected the rocks falling down towards her and her child.

[i]BANG.[/i] Grask shot one of the rocks falling from the sky, which nearly clobbered the back of Edwina's hand. Small pebbles and bits of ash were all that landed, as the pistol in his hand launched a telekinetic that shattered the debris. [color=ea834e]"Stay close to me!"[/color] He bellowed, as the pistol broke in half around a hinge. He reached under his cloak and pulled out a glowing bullet. [color=ea834e]"To the inn! Let's go!"[/color]