Emilia has never been a particularly patient individual, not by a long shot. As such, her attention instantly diverts when the word 'animal' is thrown her way. The woman silently turning, though with a clear shed of anger in her eyes. "Animal? I'll have you three know that I am far more busy and far more important than you delinquents combined." She shouts, loudly stomping her foot. "Now. As a holy woman, I will get back to duty which is helping this buffoon on the ground, and I don't want another word more." Likely a mistake talking like that on her end, but she regains her composure, kneeling back down and looking over the drunkard's wounds.

Beshlog steps up behind Emelia, axe slung over his shoulder as he eyes the three hooligans.

"Are these guys bothering you?" the hulking wizard asks.

"Aw, we ain't botherin' no'une. What's an ogre-blood like you doing in Rorc?" The leader spits. Ogre-blood is an insult for Goliaths, comparing them to the stupid savage brutes of the wastes, a mere diluted form of a real giant. Beshlog is actually quite impressed these guys are smart enough to know the insult.

She looks up to Beshlog and nods, dismissively waving her hand towards one of the cronies. "Yes, these three street rats are." She flatly states, going back to inspecting the wounds and humming to herself. Odd. "Now, how in the world do I fix this man's teeth..." Until... ding. She has an idea.

DM, could I use Mending to attach some broken teeth back into where they came? Chipped teeth and such, if there are any?

Hmm, roll me a religion check to bend the magic.

Here we go. Adding Proficiency because she has Proficiency with the skill.

Religion: 18

Carefully collecting the mans rotten and bloody teeth, she cringes a little at how gross they are. Nevertheless, she is a lady of the clergy, devoted to helping those in need. She manages to mend the teeth back into the mouth, using the power of her god to restore the gums of the man. He is still very weak, but at least he has (almost) all his teeth!

The leader steps towards you, menacingly "Hey! What did'ya do that for? We roughed him up for a reason, you know!" [Intimidation: 6]

Artan walks over too, another imposing figure, casting disguise self as he approaches (using the racial trait casting. Looks like himself still, just taller. He appears 8ft tall now). "Roughing people up for a reason? I see no good reason to rough up a lone man. You three on the other hand..." and, getting annoyed, decides to antagonize them, tapping his staff on the ground causing the sounds of chickens squawking. "You are disappointments to nature"

"We had a very good reason! It was....umm... That doesn't matter! Wait...where is that sound coming from? Are those...geese?" clearly, these guys are not the sharpest sword in the armory.

"It was chickens. And it came from you, as you are going to run away now like the chickens you are." For reference, the point of origin of the noise was the leaders head. 

Ahh, that makes sense

"Wait...I'm a chicken?"

Wisdom: 16

"I thought I was human! Gerk, Gork, do I look like a chicken?!" The leader says, somewhat frantically, talking to his cronies 

"No boss." One of the cronies replies as the same time the other says "yes boss"

"Idiots. Anyways, you punks still haven't answered my question: what are you doing here? in my town?"

The same cronie who said 'yes' speaks up "But boss, you don't run the town. The master does." this comment earns the the cronie a cuff to the head.

"answer the question." The leader growls.

"We're the ones who were called to try & save everyone from the beast monsters.  I don't have an objection to including protection from two legged beasts."

Next time the boss opens his mouth, Artan will create the chicken noise originating from his mouth. He won't do a large flourish from the staff, just a subtle tilt in the direction. (not actively concealing it, just not making it obvious like he did last time). "I think idiots does describe all three of you nicely. I am the one who brought that storm out of nowhere, and made it vanish just as quickly. What makes you think that we need to answer to you?" and he takes a step closer, still looking 8ft tall.

"The...the storm was you? You...are you a witch?" The boss takes a step back in fear.

"Oh for goodness sake. Why does everyone keep thinking that. Not everyone with magic is a witch. Though for your simple mind, you might as well treat me like one. Now scram before I turn you into a frog"

"Hang on.  If there's gonna be trouble, we might as well heal up."

The party regains 6 hp damage each from "Mass Healing Word"

Artun, roll me an intimidate check. If you use magic to assist you, you can have advantage

Artan uses produce flame, the pale blue fire surrounding his hand (yes it is regular fire and not turn you into frog fire. But they don't know that) Intimidation: 17 (or 16 without advantage if that magic wouldn't help)

Flickering flames appear along Artun's arm, the blue fire crackling menacingly. The bullies yelp and leap back. You notice that their leader shrieks like a little girl.

"Hey...we-we don't mean no harm. We was jsut askin' a question. Y-y-y-you got a problem with asking a question?"