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stands drawing a rapier seeing crow attacked and rushes over blade drawn hissing in draconic* "jaseve sia z'ar thurirl loaw usv si geou gut wux" (pm me if you need to know the translation)

Banjo Man ceases his kicks to Wanarus, but continues screaming at him in Deep Speech.

"RAS'RAEK VS'NS'R PHN'GLU'I! IÄ IÄ! VAN'REZ'ZXR'KLT!"

Barosh turns to Banjo Man and takes his banjo. "If you're nice to him, you get this back."

Barosh then turns to Grilkugg, and also in Draconic, "pok, usv si geou pok wux wer diieson idol si poka Banjo Man" Intimidation: 7

He looks over at the barkeeper, "Unfortunately it seems that these heroes aren't very heroic at the moment. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?"

"That banjo is legally mine, you thief. Give it back or I will violently attack you. Nowhere does it say that I have to be nice to a man who attacked a friend of mine with little to no provocation. Now give me my banjo back."

"As a result of the spell I cast upon you, you may find yourself physically unable to attack me. I would suggest that you two make nice, or I will make you nice"

Crow glances between Barosh, Banjo, and Grilkugg as they talk around him. He couldn't understand the different languages they were using, but it sounded angry. He glances at Wanarus and frowns before looking back to the other three. "Ah... T-thank you for your help," he says meekly, "but please don't fight, Sirs."

'' please. please... DO NOT FIGHT IN THIS TAVERN! '' Nia scream to both of them in deep speech, hissing on the tones of guttural dark tones, her eyes glow just like a mind flayer.

(OOC: I thought there were 4 of us who is being addressed here I'm very confused)

Main Room

"ENOUGH!" Ragella's voice calls over the infighting. 

Everyone in that scuffle can make a DC 17 Wisdom Saving Throw, stopping what they are doing on a failure.

As the room goes quiet Ragella addresses the room. "Rule one of The Tavern: Leave your wars at the doors. Don't care if your family were killed by gnolls and one wanders in. If you wanna have a fight, you can do so outside. Anyone have any problems with that, they can talk to me!"

"Crow, do please hit this man with a chair, once the opportunity arises. It seems he's forgotten about the concept of property, and some severe head trauma will surely jog his memory."

[Not Challenging the spell]

Threpe is walking up the stairs when the spell hits, and freezes with one foot up in the air. Hopefully Ragella releases the spell before he falls down.

((Sorry, I should've clarified! Crow was looking at Barosh, Banjo, and Grilkugg because they were the ones shouting at the time. I'll edit my post to make it more clear.))

Crow continues to glance anxiously between everyone, unsure of what to do. He offers Nia and Ragella a deeply apologetic look and bows his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause any trouble." He glances at Banjo, fretting when the man suggests hitting Barosh with a chair. "I don't think more violence is a good idea." In a softer voice he says, "Maybe we could sit down and talk things over instead?"

Crow won't contest the spell either. He already feels bad for causing a scuffle.

"Then club his kneecaps, or call a bunch of birds to attack him. Just get my banjo back, by any means necessary."

(Threpe doesn't get affected he wasn't in the scuffle. Banjo, on the other hand, does.)

Wis Save: 22

Barosh shrugs, puts the banjo down on the bench, and ends the effects of charm person if everyone else is restrained.

Banjo Man lunges for his banjo.

"You'll never take my banjo, you Illithid spy!"

Nia gives a light-hearted sigh when the tavern calms down as she looks over at Banjo man.
 
'' Well, it seems you have a thing or two with illithids? Are they from Oryndoll? '' she sends him in deep speech and her voice is fairly similar to one of mind flayer.  

A top hat starts fluttering down the stairs, and Despair rushes after it, cursing groggily.

Upon seeing the scuffle, he grabs the hat and looks on. "What's happening?" But upon seeing Crow, he gasps happily. "Oh! A Shifter! Hello. Haven't seen one of you for a while now..."

He turns to face the source if the deep speech

"ILLITHID! IF THE BARTENDER ALLOWED IT, I'D KILL YOU RIGHT NOW, YOU BRAIN-SUCKING TROGLODYTIC SLIME-COVERED PARASITIC, GREEDY, SELFISH ABOMINATION!"