OOC: Decent job on the map, Thordain
To the Action:
Gwyn's invocation to the spirits of her ancestors bears fruit, as the bodyguard staggers, cursing, blinking sightless eyes.
The farmers, innkeeper, and serving girls recover from their shock at all the doings in their midst. The farmers draw daggers, two of them lift chairs, and the four men look ready to defend their little corner of the tavern against all comers.
The innkeeper, a man of great practicality, simply drops behind his counter.
The two serving girls, both teens, screech and dive under the nearest tables.
Beginning of next round:
The bodyguard staggers away from Taem, taking a potion bottle from his pouch as he does. One of his kukri is dropped on the floor in the process. Grimacing, he drinks the potion down, and a blue glow washes over his body. When it fades, he is apparently able to see, and crouches like the experienced knife fighter he is.
Smiles slips behind the merchant, tumbling a bit to avoid get slashed in the process. He slams his sap hard at the merchant's head, but the man moves aside smoothly.
Tumble (roll 5 + 11 = 16) success
Attack ( roll 9 + 5 = 14 ) miss
The merchant snarls, and dives, tumbling, over the counter, taking a potion from his pouch as he does. Coming to his feet near the door to the personal quarters, he drinks down the potion, and many of his injuries seem to fade away.
Tragus, your action?