Angus was glad to be out of the storm and possibly safe from the troglodytes. It was very dark inside the temple though. Angus in the process of lighting a torch when the skeletal warrior appeared from the shadows. Angus' claymore was halfway out of its sheath in the time in the blink of an eye, but soon moved back in when the warrior made it clear he wasn't an immediate threat. When the warrior claimed to be a wraith, Angus raised an eyebrow. He'd heard stories about wraiths before, but Angus couldn't quite remember all the details since they only appeared in the less interesting stories. But he did remember a few things. "A wraith ye say?" Angus asked as he finished lighting his torch "Ye seem a little solid fer a wraith. And not nearly as 'ostile either" Angus shrugged "Either way, ye kept yer head when ye came back an' didn't just start tryin' to kill anyone who crossed yer path" he added "So good on ye fer that, lad...Or lass. It's 'ard to tell, what with ye havin' two voices an' all". Angus then remembered that its generally a good idea to introduce yourself when you're a guest in someone's home. "I am Angus MacAlister" Angus said before pointing at Raugar "He's a dragonborn who can make javelins glow" Angus then pointed at Thokk "He's a half-orc who cannae make javelins glow" Angus then pointed a Roy "And he's a daft sod who spends so much time sayin' 'ello that the fight's already over by the time he's finished his yammerin' and drawn his sword".
Though he'd prepared himself for another round of attacks, it soon became clear to Durwith that no such attacks were going to come. One of the remaining two Mercers in the fight had broken off from the assault to pick up his incapacitated fellow while the other Mercer still standing kept Durwith at bay. The Mercers were falling back. Durwith had other matters to deal with, so he let them run. Once the Mercers were out of sight, Durwith turned to the old man and helped him to his feet. "The temple of Melora isn't far from here" Durwith said "The clerics there should be able to heal your injuries. Once you're ready to move, I'll see you there safely".
Durwith left the Tavern and proceeded along his patrol route through the Dockyard District. Durwith kept his eyes peeled as he walked the darkened streets. He encountered danger more commonly during the nighttime leg of his shift, so he was always on the alert when the sun went down and the world turned grey. Sure enough, Durwith soon encountered trouble. A trio of humans were attacking a fourth human in an alley way the dwarf was passing by. Durwith made his way into the alley, his battleaxe and shield ready to dispense justice upon the guilty. "What's going on here?!" Durwith barked as the trio turned to face him.