Alastor follows Arlanen and prepares to jump the man and wrestle him to the ground if the half-elf cannot calm him down and he tries to escape again.
We've got to get this man calmed down somehow. He's the only one who can tell us what happened here and I sure don't want that drunken sheriff finding out about this. He would only cause trouble and probably ruin our chances of solving this messy murder attempt.
Despite your best attempts (smirk), the injured man does not calm down, and seems to be even more agitated. His eyes dart nervously from each of your faces, as if he's just seeing you for the first time, and doesn't trust a one of you.
He backs away slowly, spinning, looking for an opportunity to dart through any gaps between you, although he also looks on the verge of collapsing.
The shifter tries his best to keep the man penned in, fearing he'll hurt himself if he runs. He calls out to the warforged, though, instead of trying any further negotiations with the woozy human.
"You with the hefty metal frame and the sardonic commentary. How about putting those manufactured muscles to some use and restraining our friend so we can get him some proper medical attention?"
"Sir, I believe it's in your best interest to calm down or I'll be forced to incapacitate you..." Alastor says while pointing his spear at the man's chest.
"Oh dear he isn't ofmuch help is he?" mutters Darksheen. "Perhaps we should leave him be? I sense he is not going to be of much use to us..." says the warforged.