Akko & Haggo leave the apartment at Marcus's direction while Marcus moves forward. As he speaks, a nimbus of light surrounds him. "Surrender now, lest you feel the righteous might of the Arcane Shield!"
Three figures populate the room. In the far corner, an overweight, bearded guardsman with a softly glowing halbard looks at you uneasily. Nearer you, by the table, a tall, thin, & reedy man with greasy, unkempt hair and a long thin mustachio stands by a very large oaken table. Papers, journals, scrolls of vellum, maps, and books are strewn everywhere about the room; Almost as if you've entered the quintessential absentminded wizard's study. He picks up his polearm and settles into one of the heavy wooden chairs.
The room's third occupant, a short & sleazy-looking hobgoblin, backs around the corner and you lose track of him.
Mardin steps up out of the carpeted anteroom and into the 'hallway' behind Marcus. "Yeah!"
The greasy man in black ringmail says, "Nah, I don't think I will. You see this?" he says as he holds up a bronze badge. "This means that I'm the law. It also means that you are trespassing. So now I'm asking you, what are you doing here?"
Scavatch moves forward as well, and nocks no less than three arrows, which 'causes the fat guardsman to pale visibly. "The next one of you that moves gets nailed to the floor!"
"What! Am I talkin' to myself here? I ask the questions, runt! Now put down your weapons and answer when better men speak to you."
The fat guardsman, tries to pull himself together. "Y- Yeah- Yeah... we're the law around here, not you. Not you. You can't tell us what to do. J- Jus- Just get out of here and be on your way citazens."
The thin, greasy guard rolls his eyes and says, "Yeah, way to tell them Linus. You've really got a handle on the situation now."
Arvad and Threednle move up behind thier companions, but don't do anything just yet.