The matron continues her march forwards, tossing a pie at the man who rushed her before, but it slamming against the table he was hiding behind.

C3, seeing the state of C6, beans him in the back of the head with a pie, knocking him out, before bursting through the doors behind her to the 2nd floor.

C4, trying to stop C3, instead gets a face full of swinging door, and staggers backwards to the bar corner.

C5, running behind the back of the table tosses a pie at Narissa, dealing 4 damage!

C6 is now far too unconscious to be throwing pies. (note: 6 incorrectly labeled as C11 on last map)

C8, seemingly faster since the fight started, runs up the side of the table, a pie in each hand, and launches himself off at the top, bringing together the two pies around the half-orc's head like cymbols, dealing 8 damage!

Jared

The Matron

C3

C4

C5

C8

Demitric

C9

C10

C11

The Stranger

Narissa

I slam a pie into C4's face!

Hit: 24 Dmg: 3

If that beats him, I run diagonally northwards 2 tiles and as east as I can manage.

It does! Demitric smashes a pie into the staggering man's face, knocking him out. He then runs over to the entrance to the area behind the bar.

The Half-Orc can barely stand as he staggers about, stumbling back few feet, and tries to throw, but cannot even get a bead on the Halfling.

Giving up on Jared, C10 joins C11 in attacking the oncoming Demitric, but with only his pie landing, dealing 3 damage!

Meanwhile The Stranger has approached The Matron, and they seem to be having a heated argument.

Jared

The Matron

C5

C8

Demitric

C9

C10

C11

The Stranger

Narissa

I throw a pie at C5,

Hit: 4 Dmg: 2

and jump to the other side of the bar and duck for cover parallel to Jared. (20ft?)

I drink whilst listening in on the conversation

(posting this for Sculprit) 

Perception: 8

Jared hears:

Narissa launches a pie towards her target, hitting him in the face as he looks up from behind his cover to glance around, knocking him out!

 The Halfling, moving with increasing speed, launches another pie at the disoriented Half-Orc, dealing 1 damage!

The matron, now quite done with berating the Stranger turns to deal with the customer who's had the gall to be throwing pies at HER this whole time, and throws one at C11 for 1 damage.

Jared

C8

The Matron

Demitric

C9

C10

C11

The Stranger

Narissa

Alright, this has gone on long enough, time cut SNOOZE!

I cast the spell Sleep centered on the stranger!

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All of your opposition have fallen asleep in the area, The only ones who remain conscious are: Demitric, Narissa, and Jared.

Combat Over! you each earn 40XP (be sure to mark this down!)

You may now restrain the tavern-goers, or do as you wish. (Free actions, no more cycles)

Seeing as things are wrapping up, I down the rest of my alcohol.

Constitution: 15

Jared finds himself with a mild buzz going on, and the aftertaste of decent non-dwarven ale.

I move from person to person, restraining them (with the exception of the hostess) 

You there, miss, I assume you were told by a job inquiry too?

Narissa stands up from her position behind the bar, eyeing Demetric 

I was... who might you be?

Ah! I am Demitric Vala- well, that part isn't important.

I currently go by the moniker "The PUNgent"

On account of my jokes.

And how they stink.

I announced proudly as I parade towards the bar.

And I don't suppose you know who our employer is?

Or would that be you sir? I ask the dwarf, cocking my head to the side.

Ignoring the elf, I give the tavern a once-over to see if anyone is faking being asleep.

Investigation: 3

As you look around, you notice a set of eyes glaring directly at you! Startled, you tip over on your stool and fall to the ground. When you get up, you realize that the Half-Orc just had tatoos of angry eyes on his eyelids.

Now angry, I march over to the stranger, grab him by the collar, and violently shake him awake.

"HEY! DID YOU SEND THE NOTE?!"

"Huh? Wha..."

The Dwarven man awakens, dazed and confused with his eyes suddenly coming into focus upon hearing about the note.

"Aye, Aye lad! Can'ne stop shakin' me now please!?"

"And get this 'ere rope off'a me!"

I rush over upon hearing he's our employer, and start to untie him.

Ehe, sorry bossman, Iwanted to keep you all occuTIED while we sorted out who was who.

"Hold on!" I shout to the elf.

"Now what was your business with Ivana?" I say while still gripping his collar.