Saeth edged back, hoping to get to a sidestreet, or at least to get her back against a wall. This would not be good, to be caught in a second crisis in a single day. Instinctively, the swordswoman’s hand flew to the hilt of her blade, but Saeth checked herself before she drew. Her eyes flashed one way, then the other. “Can we use the scuffle to get inside?” She assumed it would be clear where she meant. Even so, her eyes sought other exits–an alleyway without horsemen, or a door that the companions could reach nearby, but she could find no means of escape.
Alas, squadrons of these horsemen blocked the major exits to the pavilion, with the five adventurers trapped inside with the crowd.
Feldard looked on in stunned silence as the rider fell. Due to the height of people around him, he couldn’t see where the rock had came from, but he assumed from somewhere in the midst of the crowd. Between an angry mob and 30 armed horsemen. This was not a good situation to be in. He glanced about for a place to gain some height advantage. Being trampled by horses or a mob was not on his agenda today. He called out to his companions. “We need to get out of this fray before we are assumed to be part of the rabble!” He hoped that once out from the middle of it, he could re-enter the skirmish at a better vantage and aid the Duke’s men in dealing with the mob.
“We have nothing to fear Feldard, calm yourself. If we flee we will be seen as implict in the affairs of the agitator.” Maruc urged, and then summoned his best orating talents honed through years at the pulpit. “CEASE THIS FIGHTING! CAST NO MORE STONES!” he called.
Though he did not get their attention he continued. “The Duke’s men are not bullies, thugs or murders. They are peacekeepers and honest law men. Treat them with resoect and they will treat you with respect! While I stand I will not allow violence to be stirred up and perpetrated in front of my very eyes! I am a member of the clergy and this will stop!”
Maruc used all his charisma to effect calm on those around him. “Just because you witness a conversation does not mean you have made up your mind concerning the contents. All men with wit know this, and so do the Dukes men. They are fair and will treat everyone fairly. Let those who have issue with the Duke petition him in the proper manor. He is just!”
If Miklos was blessed with anything it was a sharp wit and a good memory. Marking well the speaker he memorises key features of his dress face and equipment. He swiftly darts through the crowd after the orator in an atempt to follow him and see who his compariots are. He is mindfull of crowd ‘plants’ – individuals placed to agitate the crowd to violent behaviour. It was fortunated that everyone was staring at the Halavist. He hoped they wouldn’t recognise the Halav emblems and dismiss him as a madman. But he was probably used to subduing vast mobs with sermons.
Meanwhile, Feldard grimaced as the priest called out and made the party even more a target for angry mob. So much for getting out from between the two unnoticed. So instead he took a broad stance, in front of the Halavist and glared menacingly towards the crowd. Hand by his weapon, but not loosening it quite yet. “You heard the priest! Stand down and let the Duke’s men attend to their duties!”
Unfortunately, the angry mob paid little heed to the pleas of the cleric and the dwarf. They began to surge at the riders, who responded by drawing their swords and charging forward. As soon as they do, their line is broken, giving Saeth the opening to escape that she had been seeking.