The bartender bristles slightly at Blay's question.
"We've got our problems, and there's plenty around here I worry about," he says, glancing around the bar, "but I've never seen anything like those fighting-gizmos before." He stares at you coldly. "You have my word on that."
He pauses to look around. With the bodies taken into a back room, and the hostilities over, patrons begin filtering into the inn again.
"Ah, but I'm afraid I may have to take my word back on another count," he says, more quietly now. "I can't have you staying overnight here, letter from Dardus or no. It seems like it'd be bad luck, what with you being attacked and all. I'm a superstitious fellow," he adds, with a less than sincere chuckle.
"I have a safe place I can take you after closing time, if you're interested" he whispers, just loud enough for the party to hear.