D’Kon at a loss for words let’s Jasmine drag him out still figuring out what just happened 

The firebolt races over the humans head as he dives to the floor. "Oi! What's wrong w'ya, I was jus' leavin'!"

Jasmine, not privy to the voice in the head snap, "What were you thinking!? The man wassss dealt with! Why would you try to shoot him again?"

D’Kon shakes his head “Sorry my intentions were to let him go but I kept hearing something in my mind telling me to finish him I can’t really describe it or explain what it is it appears sometimes but I don’t know who or what it is.”

Jasmine looks concerned... she says, a bit more kinder but still stern, " Then you should try and get answers. Having a voice in your head telling you to do unssssavory things is not something to ignore. If you ever begin harming innocent folks, I will not hessssitate to put you in the dirt with my hammer."

D’Kon concerned nods in understanding 

"No point in going to the tavern again. Let'ssss just wait outside for the others to finish their meals and join ussssss."

Jasmine will lean against the tavern wall and wait for the others to finish their meal and come out.

Jed is around the corner peeing.  Once done he sees D’Kon and Jasmine, “Hey friends are we gonna go now?”

Jasmine nods, "If you're done with the meal then I suppose it may be time to get going."

Just as you all plan to leave the tavern, a young Dwarven woman with pointed ears walks on over. "Y'lot th'ones that're gonna help o'm'pops?"

Jasmine blinks a few times slowly, the way a snake would. She takes a moment to process what the darven woman said through the thick accent. Then she spoke, "Are you the blacksmith's daughter?"

"A'yup. Tha's me. So am I right, or am I right? C'mon, Pops got th'wagon loaded. Wherr're th'rest of ya?"

"There are four of us. The rest are inside the tavern still."

D’Kon walks out of the tavern still shaken by his recent actions notices the dwarven woman and gives a nod to her

D'Kon, you hear the voice in your head again. "You failed. The insulted lives let."

D’Kon looks around again thinking ”I didn’t fail but it just didn’t feel right to end him he was already down and leaving no need to shed blood over something that’s already happened.”

The voice audibly sneers at you, D'Kon. "How weak minded of you. All who dare question you should be punished. Those who defy you should perish. The strong command the weak, that is the rule of the world."

Brammuth strides out of the tavern, still mildly prepared for confrontation...but happy that he has walked out to a conversation. 
"I think we should become scarce here to let our faces be forgotten, if only for a short while."

Noticing the dwarven woman, "Greetings earth-kin."

D’Kon still tense says “Fine I might have failed once but it won’t happen again 

D'Kon: The voice laughs, a bone chilling laugh that sends shiver through your spine. "See that you don't, or the consequences may be a bit... severe."

Brammuth: The Blacksmith's daughter grins at your greeting. "Howdy Mist'r. How're ya! Gosh, yer a large one, aren't'ya? Y'parents giants or somthin'?" She chortles a bit as she sticks out a hand to shake. "Armin Forgehand, though most tend't'call meh Army. Put'er there!"