Ashley jumped when someone talked t her. She turned to see a man wearing a strange cloak. When he asked for her parrot she replied.
"What?! First of all, it's not just a bird, it's a parrot, second of all, it's mine, third of all... no. Just no. He is not for sale." Ashley's hand went to the hilt of her scimitar. No one tried to take Tektalon away, he's an awesome parrot. The best.

"Ok!Ok! Don't have to yell!" He said. "Anyway, I nee d ingredients for a spell. Got any?

"Why would I have ingredients for a spell? I'm a pirate for the sea gods sake! Are ye a necromancer or somethin'?" Sometimes Ashley had a bit of an accent, not often.

"No, just a half demon looking to cast a spell to find my way home."

"...If you're an half demon, then where is your home?" Ashley turned back to what she was looking at before, suddenly losing interest in the conversation she was having with the half demon. "By the way, what is your name?" She asked without looking.
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"My name is Azaz Luckifer. You?"

"Hello Azaz, ye have an unique name, my name is Ashley, and my lovely parrot here is Tektalon." Ashley remembered Azaz's earlier question and emphasized that the parrot was hers.

The rowdy band didn't seem to pay much attention to their rude companion, nor even the pirate or demon. Strange given the fear many in the region typically held for the more dangerous races and professions. Then again, it didn't seem to be the most reputable establishment. The large, hairy figure was reading some kind of scroll in an unknown language, what the smaller feminine one scolded and corrected him every few lines. "No no, ish suposed ta be 'lupum vocant', more of a 'uuah' sound; not like 'vacant'..." It seemed that they were prepping some sort of spell for their raid.

The old woodsman accompanying Melinda was sharpening his axe by the door. He most likely was close enough to hear as well, but he awaited an official order from the noble merchant before acting. The other mercenaries, or at at least those that were left seemed to be at the ready, waiting to come in and rest.

Outside she looks around for those that accompanied her before she hurries over to them with the news or at least what she had thought might of been what they were looking for. "I there's a group of people inside that look and sound suspiciously like the ones that robbed my family!" She looks back towards the inside again a little excited that they wouldn't have to go searching for much longer now. "Though i'm not sure how we should try to get them all..."

She starts to tap at her chin in thought, "Hmm well... We need to get them to return everything and then also take them in to the guards.... Should we try to go in and make them come back with us now? Or do you think it may be better to try getting them when they might be sleeping?" She looks once more inside before she frowns, "Or should we try to get everyone to rest and warm up a little before we do anything...?"

The gruff woodsman tilts his head. "I think we should move quick; I don't like the sounds of that spell. Nothing good comes of all that magery and such. Besides, I think we can take down a few drunks."

The mercenary sorceress shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with magic. It's your call though boss. If you want us to move in and wait, I can probably determine the spell they are using, but if we rush them, it won't matter what they are casting anyways..."

The group seemed to be split, some eager to fight, and others worn down from the journey. It did seem that Melinda had numbers on her side though.

Frowns afterwards and thinks to herself over the spell, it didn't sound overly familiar to her at the moment, but if it was going to be used to possibly hurt more people than there already was... "I don't know what they might be trying to do with magic, but they aren't up to anything good at all... I think we should try to get them now just in case it's something to make them disappear somehow..." She looked a little worried about rushing but she didn't want them to get away at all, especially with how long they had already spent searching for them.

The large man was, indeed, far too drunk to be able to pick up on such a subtle thing as a warning tone. "Wrong gurl? I don' think so, yew pretty enow, ain't ya?" He grinned and reached out to sling his other arm around her shoulders, jerking her arm again as he attempted to pull her onto his lap. "Come 'ere, pretty. I jus' wan' a night." His foul scent was strong as he brought himself even closer to her, and as he reached for another drink from his mug he splashed half of the drink on Sierra by accident. "Whoopsh..." His slow reaction did nothing to help.

The slightly smaller man next to him, the one he had addressed as Martin, seemed slightly more coherent, if not by much. "Hey, let 'er go. Garret, I think she's a waitress, not one of tha others." He leaned over to pull the large man's hands off Sierra. "Sorry... will ya get us another drink, purty please? 'E don't mean nothing by it." The drunk Martin shook his head slowly, a somewhat apologetic look on his face, but still not entirely comprehending the situation.

The woodsman nodded and the group moves in towards the suspected fugitives. “Yer under arrest! Don’t anyone move!” He placed a hand on the gigantic hairy cloaked figure. The target responded by standing up, the was enough of a gesture of resistant though, the man with a scroll almost reached the ceiling, and was as broad as the table. He easily picked up the woodsman and tossed him across the room back towards Melinda. “Oh, did Arach decide to step up his game finally? I was getting bored. Come and get it humans!” His cloak fell off, revealing his body; a giant troll covered from head to toe in thick brown fur. His arms were down to his knees, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he could reach out and grab anyone in the room without moving.

The drunk female sitting beside him dropped her cloak too, making it clear why she wasn’t the one holding the scroll. Rather than arms she stretched our her pink feathery wings reminiscent of a flamingo. It appeared that she was some sort of Harpy. “Is’t a fight ya want?!” She leaped up and started kicking her clawed feet at anyone nearby, including Sierra and the pair bothering her, which in turn started a full bar fight.

Soon everyone was being attacked by someone. It was clear that the tavern was largely full of different sorts of monsters. A tall and heavy mug still half full of ale flies across the room towards Ashley and Azaz.

Ashley looked around as the fight broke out. She drew her sword in case someone attacked her. When the cup started flying towards them, she tried to hit the cup in some other direction even though the drink would probably still spill. It would still be a little better than being hit by a cup. Ashley felt Tektalon leave her shoulder. He was trying to avoid the liquid.

Huffs a little as she goes to follow along behind them, her face looking at the drunken group with an upset look, watching and trying to see how she might need to help in case they tried to run for the door though soon her eyes end up going wide after seeing that the group was nothing like what she had heard of. "W-what? Are none of them human? I don't remember the guards saying anything about a troll or that bird woman!" She yelps afterwards in surprise when the woodsman is thrown towards her, trying to avoid getting knocked over by him before she goes to try checking on him afterwards. "What is going on here... Eeek?!" She flinches afterwards when the bar breaks out into a fight, trying to get the group she had brought with her out of it and the woodsman so they could try to figure out what to do about the troll and the others.

Azaz was shocked. A cup? At him? Azaz started looking for the one who through it. He then let out a sharp whistle. A few seconds later, a metal wolf came crashing through the door.

Before Sierra could even think of a reply to give to the slightly less drunk man, another man approached the group she had been sitting near, and suddenly the entire cavern was thrown into chaos. Sighing, she just barely managed to duck and back out of the way of the strange claw-footed woman, retreating to an area where, at least for a moment, there was no two people trying to bash each others heads in.

Her options now? She had maybe a second to think about it, which was enough for her to figure out she could either roll her eyes and get out of here, or she could stay and fight. The first option would mean she'd miss her chance at possibly nabbing these bandits...if they were truly the ones she was looking for. She wasn't so sure at this point, but it was hard to tell, really.

With all that said (or...thought), she straightened, pulled out her sword, and threw herself into the flurry. She launched at the flamingo-winged woman, giving a wide vertical swing of her sword, aiming to throw the woman off guard.

Ashley jumped when the robotic dog crashed through the door. She moved back a little hoping it wouldn't mistake her for the enemy. She presumed Azaz called it, because it came right after he whistled. Why did he want my parrot when he has his own robot pet?! Ashley though grumpily.

A disheveled man smashed in through the door of the tavern, a frightened look in one eye and an eyepatch over the other. He had tattered clothes with a sailor's look to them. He looked around, as if searching for someone, and finally his eyes settled on the fox with the metal bird. “You! Foxy! Are you the one that knows how to sail a ship?”

The troll dove after the retreating group that the merchant brought, chasing them all the way to the door as its long-legs stepped between tables and patrons like they were toys on the floor. With a yell he reached out towards Melinda just as she moved the last of her group out in a tactical retreat. The giant smacked his head onto the door frame, the scroll flying out of his hand and wrapping around the merchant heiress with an eerie glow.

The woodsman yelps as he’s knocked away from his boss, frightened but seemingly uninjured. “Milady I don’t think they are the bandits we’re looking for. The description was very clear. All the guards know it by heart after that were-creature plowed ‘em over. No trolls, no harpies.” The other hired swords looked pensive, wanting to flee except for the hardened sorceress.
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Her eyes go wide after seeing the troll chasing them, yelping as she tries to run after the others to get away from the large creature, "I don't remember anything about a troll at all!" The girl's blonde curls bouncing as tries to get away from the beast, briefly flinching after hearing him smack into the door frame before looking relieved after seeing it wasn't chasing them anymore.

"Thank goodness it was too big for the doorway... But if that wasn't the bandits then where are they then?" She fidgets and squirms under her dress a little before she frowns to herself in thought, seeming to have been too busy with the troll to notice anything else. "No harpies either, that is definitely not the right group..." She looks back at the tavern then and bites at her glossy lips, "Maybe we should get out of here before more of the fighting comes out here or any of them come after us..."

In the middle of all the chaos, all the noise and incomprehensible action, Sierra heard the woodsman's voice. Even more specifically, she heard him say a word that she had spent the last several years training her ears to hone in on.

Bandits.

It was clear now. The wealthy young woman and her team were most definitely on the search for bandits, and those bandits were certainly not the hooligans they were currently fighting.

Immediately, Sierra jumped safely out and away from the brawl, keeping her sights locked on the young woman and her team. Maybe they were chasing the same people Sierra had been after all this time. How could she pass up the opportunity to find out?

As the group ran frantically out of the bar, Sierra waited until the troll was away from the door before pressing against the door frame and peering out, watching to see if the group would keep going or not, and if so, which way they would go. As soon as she saw them heading into the forest, she quickly exited the tavern entirely and started following their trail.

The brawl inside continued, it seemed the monsters were drunk enough that they didn't quite care the people they were fighting had already left. The cups were easily dodged by Ashley and Azaz. It seemed that most were too scared of the latter to really aim for him anyways.

Sierra would have caught onto the trail easily, though it seemed to spit a lot... The mercenaries didn't seem to be very organized, with a good chunk not following the main group's lead.

Ashley runs out into the forest, ignoring the person who called for her, she doesn't want to risk her parrot getting hurt at all.
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The man who yelled for the fox girl reached out and grabbed her arm as she ran past, halting her in her tracks. "You! I need your help, ma'am! I was told you can sail a ship, is that right?"