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Malek Deneith:
The construct spots the last enemy and moves next to Karan kicking a chair out of his path as he goes and brings his hammer down on the goblin, this time connecting with the blow.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)Move Action: To M11
Minor Action: Kicking the chair away
Attack Action: Weight of Earth - Attack (1d20+6=22) vs AC, Hit: Damage (2d6+8=16) and the target is slowed until end of my next turn.
Free Action: Nature's Wrath if he still lives.

Tavana:
The Hobgoblin attack finishes as surprisingly as it began...with Graven actually hitting something. The Blackblade gurgles and shudders once more, and quiet is restored. You barely finish putting out the last fire when a proud member of the Brindol Guard shows up. After briefly looking around, he pulls your group outside the bar to...chat.

Spoiler: Rewards! (click to show/hide)That fight gains you a total of 580 Experience, or 116 Exp each. All of the Hobgoblin's equipment is far beyond the point of salvaging, and looked quite patchwork to begin with. They have nothing else of value on them besides 3 unlit bitumen torches, crudely made. You may take these if you wish.
The man is slightly overweight, and doesn't look like he's had too much experience in the fighting trade, but he manages to hold himself upright while faced with you five, bloodied as you are. So that's something for him at least. He takes a deep breath and speaks.

"What the hell was that!? You lot had better not be involved in this whole hubbub, because there's a whole rank and file of Guard heading this way right now. You've got two, maybe three minutes to convince me you didn't do any of this stuff, and I'll try to talk them down when they get here."
The First Encounter!

Malek Deneith:
- "Good sir, we were sitting here peacefully when these goblins here" - Graven points towards nearest corpse - "Barged in killing people, trying to set the place on fire, and screaming something about 'the Hand'. If you don't believe us I think you can ask the owner of this inn..."

Gargulec:
Karan appeared to be really exhausted after the fight, barely able to lift her blade. Panting heavily, she left the inn, but when the guard begun his questioning, she simply sat down, sticking her sword into the ground in front of her, leaning against it and resting. She was not even trying to hide her disdain and disrespect for the fat idiot.

Madtrixr:
Norian sees Karan leave, and then turns back to the guard. He decides to try and help out.

"Um, Well, if it helps, we're on our way to conduct some official buisness,involving the troubles out in the western mountains." Norian fumbles around a bit and pulls out the summons. "We were on our way to the west, when we decided to stop by and rest, after a while, the goblins popped out and started attacking us, though we repelled them. So, we were not involved, except in defending ourselves."

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