Yagra swings at the first bandit to charge and connects with a thundering blow to the side of his head which lifts him off his feet and sends him collapsing to a heap at the feet of the crowd. You hear several of the onlookers begin to chant "Stonefist - Stonefist - Stonefist"
Meanwhile the second bandit circles to the right taking Garona by surprise with a punch of his own doing 4 damage and slightly blurring her vision momentarily.
The third bandit also rushes Yagra swinging wildly for her head. She sidesteps at just the right moment and he rushes past awkwardly.
Garona's vision clears and she roars in anger then slashes the bandit who landed the punch with her blade Sorrow leaving a long gash across his chest. Before he has time to react she brings the pommel of Anguish up and smashes it into his teeth sending him sprawling backward into several onlookers.
The fourth bandit attempts to rush Garona while she is slashing his ally but she senses him and turns just in time to knock his hands away and distance herself readying her blades once more.
There are now 3 bandits unconscious and 2 left standing. What do you do?
The stranger answers Adva. "Yagba's one of the regulars. She's never been bested in an armwrestle contest, she earned her nickname by knocking some drunk a bloke out cold with one punch on her first night here. Old Duran called her Stonefist and the name stuck!" He chuckles and goes back to his chant, "Stonefist- Stonefist!"
The two remaining bandits share a glance after hearing Garona's words then suddenly turn and flee! The tension of the previous events quickly dissipates and the many patrons who were moments earlier crowded around the fight scene quickly begin to melt back into the many corners and empty spaces of the tavern. Yagba turns and extends a large hand attached to a well muscled arm towards Garona. "They call me Stonefist, Yagba Stonefist. Well met . . . " and she stares at you apparently waiting for your name.
As the two half-orcs exchange greetings, Adva starts for the exit. Shouts of alarm suddenly ring out as a hulking creature climbs up out of the shaft in the middle of the taproom and stands directly in front of Adva — a monster with warty green skin, a tangled nest of wiry black hair, a long, carrot-shaped nose, and bloodshot eyes. As it bares its yellow teeth and howls, you can see that a half-dozen bat-like creatures are attached to its body, with three more circling above it like flies. Everyone in the tavern reacts in fear except for the barkeep, Durnan, who shouts, “Troll!”