Uri is standing with his back to the nearest doorway. His two blades are out, one on guard, and one, crossing his body, ready to swing hard on whatever comes through the door.
The young knight pushes over a piece of furniture and makes an "ugh" sound like he's injured and can not stand. Hopefully this will draw out the lurking beastmen.
Uri's eyes dart back and forth, his breathing is visible to the two in the room, but inaudible. He stands there, swords still raised, wondering if this plan will draw the enemy out.
Woden readies his sling, and a spell. He wants to see how many foes there are. His hands pat Skaris to make sure the wolf doesn't jsut charge into the fray.