The guards survey the room again, nodding with satisfaction as nearly all the members of the Caravanserai rise, most without too much struggle. There is another, a human woman, that resists as well, but the guard masterfully twists her arm behind her back, and she grimaces, standing up.
The guard near Haradoth, blanches slightly, clearing having caught the reference to "breath." He looks around for support, and is relieved when the woman accompanying the Margrave steps up to him. She looks at the guard, and the mojh, and sighs. She mutters a few words, pulls a dropper of water from a bag at her hip, and drops it on the man's arm. "You need not fear his bluster, now."
The Litorians now lounge by the bar, technically in compliance with the orders.
The woman steps back to confer with the Margrave, and he then speaks to his guard captain. The captain calls out in a tired voice, "All you lot, line up against the wall here. We're not lookin' ta cause trouble, and this'll all be over faster iff'n ya comply. And the next round of drinks will be on ta house if things go well."
Ar-Pharos notices that the barkeeper blanches as this is said, but no one else seems to catch it.
As the guard gestures for the people to line up (which they do, for the most part - the promise of free drinks, combined with the threat of violence, seems to work), the woman steps forward and begins to examine people, starting with Rowlth.
She looks him over, almost as though she were looking at a horse, or a weapon. She nods, saying "This one to start" and steps to one of the other patrons. The guard captain steps up to Rowlth, and states "The Margrave would like to speak with you in the Pavillion outside."
(Paused at this point for actions from Rowlth and Haradoth, any reactions, and I'll continue).
