Whatever is going the murmuring is getting louder. Bailiff Watner comes crashing by the group just as you all started to rise. "Make way, make way, probably a drunken brawl that requires the gently touch of my cudgel." He quickly disappears into the crowd ahead.
Everyone's curiosity has gotten the better of them as they all push and shove forward to see what is going on..........
At that point the Militia Bell is wrung. Once, twice, and then with real force "CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG"
The crowd stops pushing and stands still not sure what to do. Here and there the party sees Miltia members and Watchmen snap to and take up the cry. "To Arms! To Arms! Everyone off the street!"
the Pale, Elf Hero/Spellbinder (MV 12", AC 9, HD 4/2, hp 11/11, FC Hero, L) helm, bow[/f]
Sorefoot, Hobbet Thief (Lv: 4 AC: 6 Hp 12) Leather+Shield+Dagger, Sling[/f]
[f=55]The Grey Company