Curse of Strahd

Matrick looks in order:

Amused at Joyes recounting of Rich and milk

Befuddled at this strange in joke between Patch and Gregori

Cringing at Joye's story of Rich and dung.

Horrified at the thought of a town starving and witches abducting children.

And finally admonishingly at Patch for being so harsh.

(He also needs a long rest. XD. )

"Admittedly, there were only three witches, and they weren't particularly powerful, but that isn't the point. You have insulted me, and I challenge you to a duel."

The family and the old man watched the others with mostly amusement but that fades as Patch and Gregori begin to argue a bit.

Patch becomes more serious for a second "cut the crap and swallow down your pride, people like you are a total buzz kill"

Ismark had dranw his sword part way to get invlvoed if there was going to be more conflict among the party.

"Crap isn't the only thing I'll be cutting if you continue insulting me."

Matrick prays for Guidance. Then an idea comes to him.

Turning to the inn owners "Do you two have an old woman who goes around selling dreamy hot cakes?"

Ismark draws his word more and gets up from his seat as he stares a two as if they were petulant children. Acorss the inn the old storyteller grips his cane and moves to rise if something happens.

"We do not know of any such woman."Danika says as she watches the others warily.

"Wait! I have a better idea. Instead of a duel with weapons, we beat eachother with our fists until one of us can fight no more!"

Matrick nods gratefully to Danika, then hears Gregori.

He just looks at Patch's claws and back to his.. not claws. Mistified as to what he could have to fight with.

Petrov, don't be dumb. If your pride is so easily wounded then you cant possibly have much of it. Now sit down and behave and learn to take a jest at your expense like a grown up. Joye smiles but her tone is quit serious and a little annoyed. Its too early in the morning and i don't feel like breaking my oaths so close to a festival

(Eff its Petrov. Sorry i knew i had something wrong)

"As far as I know, you are a possible vampire, so unless you can prove that you aren't a blood-sucking monster of the night, your words have no real effect on me."

Lliira help me. Joye prays aloud Then i suggest you leave us be so we can find our own way home. We have no need for a bafoon following is around. Patch is bad enough.

Matrick has had enough. He prays for a blessing and for Guidance as he regrets what he is about to do.

He grows his angelic wings and flies up so he is 5 ft off the ground and declares "Enough!" (Intimidation: 13 + 1) and raises his hands prepped to cast Hold Person on the next person who chooses to further cause this establishment trouble. 

"We have bigger issues that petty squabbles over past quests. Or have you forgotten about the werewolves who prey on travelers. Or the fact that we're in a gods dammed vampires domain?!" Matrick is yelling by the end of this.

He takes a breath and calmly, yet firmly states "Let us all apologize over a round of drink and fresh food. Tensions are high and we need to work through our, many, differences."

If anyone does not want to be scared by the angry Asimar then please try to contest it with a wisdom saving throw.

Matrick has the right of it. DANIKA!! Your strongest drink please.

"You speak the truth. Our petty squabbles have distracted me from my duties of general heroism. I'm still willing to have that fistfight though; I really like fighting."

 The woman sighs but nods as she pours them each more of the wine she had been serving them. Ismark lowered his blade back into the sheathe but was ztill less then pleased.

While the fight starts bolling up Patch quietly moves over to Ismark "hay, can we talk a bit"