[sblock=OOC]In general, it seems like most people don't wear armor or carry visible weapons. Erdolliel's mithril shirt is nondetectable under normal clothing (at least visually... if she gets frisky though...). I'll assume that Kush and Esk are "naked." Neth also doesn't have his armor or weapons.[sblock=o3]Kush appears to have a mithril shirt, too.[/sblock][/sblock]
Nethezar grumbles a bit (in fact, the scholar looks completely disheveled and seems grumy as the Abyss), but he says nothing.
Nim, the elf storyteller, takes the stage to much applause. He introduces the protagonists (you) and proceeds to render a quite dramatic telling of the affairs as related by Erdolliel. The telling paints the group in an accurate, though somewhat more dramatized, version of events. Nethezar seems still agitated and, at the first intermission, the scholar abruptly puts down his unfinished ale and leaves without a word, heading upstairs. He even ignores a couple of cheers from (quite drunken) audience members.
While Tarquin seems remiss about Nethezar's departure, Nim is unruffled. After finishing a drink, he takes the stage yet again. The next part of his telling is as engaging as the first, and the group, warmed up by part one and a couple hours of drinking, cheers and hoots at the most engaging parts.
Around 11 p.m., Nim breaks for another intermission. As he rests, some of the crowd takes the opportunity to prod the group a bit, buying drinks (that you don't need, since Tarquin is feeding you ale), and generally engages in some great flattery. In the midst of it, Tarquin fades back to the bar to get the heroes more ale.
As you fend with the patrons, suddenly, something unexpected happens. Nethezar, having apparently come back down and stepped behind the bar, suddenly pulls out a dagger and stabs in into Tarquin's chest, just as the gnome is handing him an ale. The gnome topples to the ground, without even a sound escaping his lips. Before the ale even hits the floor, Nethezar has turned and run upstairs.
The crowd gasps, and there is drunken confusion for a moment. "What the..." you hear someone upstairs call. A man comes down, a merchant by his dress, looking angrily behind him, until he sees the commotion and Tarquin on the floor. "The fifth one!" he cries. "You people did this!"