Darryn listened to the young man's explanation, and he was almost tempted to believe the story, but then he saw the human smirk. The man then began to shout about Darryn being a brigand, and Darryn cursed.
"Why you bastard son of Adam!" he snarled when Hart had run for It. The man's story must have a been a ploy to get him off guard, and now several humans were closing on him, thinking that he was scum. A rough ugly looking human pulled out a knife from a holder, and moved towards him.
"Vermin scum! I knew your kind was pure dirt, now unless you leave this great place at once, I will carve up that scared face of yours" the human said in a menacing voice.
"I'm staring at pure dirt right in front of me!" Darryn snarled back at the man. The human gave a furious cry and lunged at him. Darryn quickly dodged to the side to avoid the oncoming blade, and then countered with a kick to the man's side. That was when several other humans started to mob him, trying to subdue him. He very quickly put the arrow he had notched back into the quiver, and his longbow strapped back around his shoulder. When one of the humans tried to make a grab for him, he clenched his hands into fists and punched the man right in the face.
He then began to fight off the others, but because he was outnumbered and also that some of them had something that could be used as a weapon, a couple of them managed to hit him. But he wasn't going to let himself go down and he fought as quickly and powerfully as he could without having to use his magic power. Even though he was holding his own, he knew that he would have to run, especially when the man who pulled the knife and tried to stab him, managed to cut him in the bicep. It was very painful, but Darryn retaliated with an elbow strike to the man's face. after that, he made a run for, and tried to escape the crowd.
He tapped into his magic for a little bit of power and felt his muscles strength as he began to run at a very fast pace. He decided that getting to higher ground was the best way to escape the people after him. Darryn began scaling buildings with his incredible climbing abilities and after a little while he managed to lose the humans. Even though he had gotten away, he knew that he had to keep a low profile from now on, which would be difficult considering that he was a Weasel Folk. He put his hood over his head and stealthily began to make his way to someplace where he hoped that the people he had fought wouldn't find him.
After a little while, his eyes spotted Jolly Hippogriff and Darryn hoped that would be a place for him to stay until the other humans stopped looking for him. He headed towards the tavern and he looked at his bleeding arm, it was deathly serious, but he would need to tend to it. This wasn't the type of day he had expected, and wasn't expecting to get into such a fight while he was in Estermere, but he did and Darryn hoped that it didn't make his work more harder.