Tending to the wounded (Aug 15th After midnight)

[Promises]

Sevatar takes a swig when the bottle. He sighs deeply. "We'll manage, Aminata."

[Aminata Gomorrah]

*Aminata calms down a little, then leans forward, gripping Sevatar again, watching Zaydesh tumble, taking a step forward, watching the demons...*

"Zaydesh!"

[Zaydesh Hakaar]

*slowly gets up, he turns to face the crowd of demons. He glares from his now broken half-mask, gripping his hilt tightly*

[Capri Aquari]

Settling his barrel upon the ground, Capri walks over to Zaydesh ignoring the surroundings before he grips and pulls back Zaydesh with immense care and strength into the safety of the tavern. (+4 Strength)
Capri's voice is flat and emotionless as he speaks.

"Hold ya self Mute-Bro, it be a real junked mess to try what you look like pulling so get yer head on straight and keep to the tavern. I ain't requesting it, I's telling ya straight up. Stay in here and don't go causing a ruckus. No need for folk to all up and see more fall."

[Quiet]

*Sven puts a reassuring hand on Demi and smiles down at her, returning his attention to his mute friend, scanning the sea of red before him*

[Zaydesh Hakaar]

*panicks when grabbed, swings his head around in an attempt to see who has him. His mask falls broken to the ground. When he sees Capri, he calms slightly. His markings are smeered, and anger in his eyes. he turns back to the demons, reluctantly releasing his grip on his sword.*

[Promises]

"Zaydesh. Their time will come."

[Capri Aquari]

Once back within the Tavern space, Capri steps out a moment and retrieves the mask pieces. He holds them out to Zaydesh when he reenters and his smile returns.

"If ya keep ya hands on these I'll see if I got some stuff to piece it all back together, fer now ya just settle and keep folk safe. Spirits be low so we gotta be holding up the light as best we all can."

Lifting his barrel of drink with great ease and shifting it comfortably, Capri moves to serve out some more of his brew to folks before returning behind the bar. The clanking and shuffling of odds and ends heard from those nearby.

[Zaydesh Hakaar]

*looks to Sev, tear flowing from his eyes in anger, he scribbles into his book showing Sevatar*

"We may be barely alive. But what about those who exit the gate? The dock and it's workers? The farmers? The Ogalot'Thalan in the forest? What says these demons are not slaughtering them?"

[Neviah]

*There is the sound of shattering glass, some screams and cackles, and an acrid smelling reddish mist meanders and curls through the demons, who scream if it touches them. The wisps of gas all but dissipate by the time it enters the tavern, but anyone who it touches feels a slight stinging burn*