Kashwolf immediately comes and sits -  starts panting lovingly as Vastra begins to clean her snoot, looking at her with the same playful eyes as in her human form. When the cleaning is over, she gives an affectionate nuzzle and turns to growl at the bandit captain, just in case.

Stella smiles and gives Maxwell a nod. "Thank you. We'll certainly stop by," she promises after sheathing her sword and neatly binding up the slash on her arm.

Yvan was ready to strike down at the bandit captain one more time, even when he saw the man surrender, but he stops himself when he sees the boy in the cart, the rage from his eyes automatically disappearing. He sucks in a breath and stows away his axe and look down at the tiny child who asked if he could grow big like him.

"No." was his plain reply, then he realized that's probably not how you want to speak to a kid, so he retracts and says, "I mean... No, if you stop eating your vegetables. Eat them. They're good for you."

Yvan: "I'll eat all my vegetables, mister! I'll go big and strong and be a hero like you!" His parents chuckle and the mother looks at you, happy that someone finally got her kid to eat vegetables.

Kasha and Vastra: After paying attention to Yvan, Jareth turns to you, not knowing that you're not actually a dog. "Is that your dog, miss? Can I pet her?" He asks Vastra. "Sure, she's pretty friendly." Which technically isn't a lie, given your usual demeanor. Jareth happily pets you once given permission.

As soon as the fighting seemed to die down, Barnabus had started to go back to tinkering with the device on his arm. "Sure, sure! Bright and early we will, boss man." He would say to Maxwell, refusing to take his eyes off the pet project. Though he still shakes the man's hand using the ungauntled hand. "Shite! That's right! Uh... Guess I'll go see about getting the authorities to round up these guys then. Be back in a bit." Barnabus starts wondering off, seeming to expect the others to take care of watching the bandits.

Alys would trot up to the rest of the group and start lifting their arms and looking around them. She was inspecting their injuries to see if there were anything to be concerned about. Though, not to her surprise, everyone seemed to suffer minimal wounds from the attackers. “Everyone good?” Alys would hold her hands out, offering a healing touch (cure wounds) for any of her companions should they want it.

Rinn waves Alys off. "Nothing a few tankards and a good night's rest won't cure." He nods to the family. "We'll speak in the morning then...you best get safely to your rooms." Grimacing at the bandage on Stella's arm, he offers an apologetic smile. "My bad." The elf then turns to the vanquished. "What do we do with this rabble?" he asks as he cleans his blades on one of their pants legs. 

Kashwolf allows Jareth to pet her, gladly. She lays down on the floor to allow maximum belly rubs, and waits patiently for the rest of the group while enjoying the affection pets of the child.

Stella raises an eyebrow at Rinn. "You'll just have to find a way to make it up to me," she teases with a smile before turning a more serious gaze on the bandits. "Shall we turn them into the guard?"

As you all discuss the subject of finding guards, Barnabas returns with about a dozen guards. They all draw their arms when they see the dead bodies, but Maxwell raises his arms. "Stop! These brave adventurers here came to the rescue of me and my family when those thugs tried to rob us. They're nothing short of heroes." The guards peer over the seven assembled humanoids and the Kasha-Wolf, clearly expressing some skepticism that this group of disparate individuals is capable of heroism, but they don't question the nobleman's command. "Very well. Do you wish for us to escort you, Lord Hartley?" "Yes. We thought that we wouldn't need an escort through the city tonight, but that turned out to be wrong." Half of the guards form up around the Hartleys, getting ready to escort them back to where they're staying for the night. "Goodnight, adventurers! I'll speak to you about that job tomorrow." Four of the other guards take care of the two remaining bandits, binding them up and marching them off. 

The other two remain in the alley, starting to mark it off so that no one comes in while they wait for the others to return so that they can dispose of them. "What are you hanging around for? A reward? We don't hand out rewards to vigilantes. Now get lost." You all being marching off to the Golden Draught, to have some drinks at the end of a night that saw you win some fights, buy some new gear, and possibly win a new job. "Hey Kasha, are you planning on getting drinks with Janira as a wolf?"

With a soft PHHH, the smell of pine, and a pleasant shower of leaves Kasha changes back to her half elven form and smirks at Vastra with a contemplating and mischievous look. "Mmmmmaybe.." she sings. "Nothing like bandits for breakfast! Am I right? HA! Just kidding. Hey, I think that dude we saved back there was important. Oh, chestnuts!! I forgot my magic chocolate peanuts!" she sprinted back to grab her bag she left to the side before the alley fight - then sprinted back up to Vastra again, giving her a look of relief. "Oh derp! I forgot! They're in Alys bag of holding! Ha!"

Stella frowns. "Lord Hartley...hmmmmm..."

Do I Know This Guy?: 14

Obsidian peeks up from the alcove where he was hidden and makes his way back to Stella's shoulder, the young woman only wincing slightly as the cat settles his light weight on the pad.

Stella, you know that the Hartleys have been lords of the port city of Merisia for hundreds of years. You know that their lordship over the ports and their access to trade from foreign nations has made them one of the richest families in Riisel, as well as one of the most fashionable. You don't know too much about Maxwell's ancestors, given your age and your parents faking their status as nobles, but you did know Maxwell. Your parents were invited to his wedding when you were 10. He was a little bit older than you when the event occurred and he invited anyone with titles or wealth. Maxwell was a fairly charismatic young man, who as the new lord of one of the richest areas of the country, was the most eligible bachelor in Riisel. Your father, along with other men of actual nobility seemed to regard him as a promising and intelligent young man that should bring Merisia to continued prosperity.

You find it a little bit curious that he didn't acknowledge you earlier, but you were 10 years old the last time you saw him. Obviously, you've grown a lot since then, and you no longer have the trappings of wealth anymore, so maybe he just didn't recognize you.

Stella breathes a slight sigh of relief that he didn't recognize her, but isn't entirely surprised. After all, her ten year old self in an elaborate gown and jewels was a far cry from her current self, fully of age and wearing battle leathers and a while elaborate, still fully functional, rapier. Besides it would be...embarrassing to be recognized now. Silently resolving to stay at the back of the group come tomorrow, she glances at the others. "Right, I vote we get a round to celebrate and spend the rest of the night relaxing," she says with a cheerful smile.

"Ya ain't wrong 'bout that, Miss Kasha. But either way. I'm just glad that whole mess is over 'n bloody done with. Never wanna get too used to fights like that... Monsters are one thing. But civilized folk?" Barnabus said to Kasha once she got back prior to visibly shuddering and holding himself. "Next thing ya know, ya got a bit of the wrong sorta reputation... Tho' on the plus side, the local guard know we can handle ourselves, 'nd might just hire us on for some side gigs their own can't quite deal with in the future." He looks around to see if the Golden Draught to see what the nighttime entertainment might just be. And not just only his sort of entertainment this time!

Everyone: You arrive at the Golden Draught ready to celebrate by having a few rounds of drinks. Furlong thinks for a moment and recalls who Maxwell is as well (rolled a 21 for his History check in Discord), having served at the Diamant's side for years. "He was indeed important, Kasha. Maxwell's family has ruled over the city of Merisia for centuries. The trade that comes in from the ports has made them one of the wealthiest families in the kingdom. Although, the clothing that he and his family were wearing likely gave that away."  Vastra's eyes grow big when Furlong mentions all that. "Well then," The wizard smirks. "It sounds like our chance encounter in the alley is us lucky for us as it was for them. The lord of a major city should be the highest profile client that we've ever had. This should be excellent for business, I think that that calls for more celebration, don't you think?"

Kasha: As Vastra ushers everyone into the Golden Draught, you see that it's now evening and that Janira has probably finished her fights now. Are you going to go try and meet her? 

Kasha looks into Alys bag of holding and her eyes become violently wide like dinner plates as she realizes she forgot to tie the bag when she put it down. "Hoo boy.." she says, looking at the sight it created in the bag. She rapidly closes it and immediately stands very still for a moment, thinking, freaking. "Uh.." she begins, but then decides not to press the issue. She'll own up to it later. They were at the Golden Draught. Wait. This wasn't where Janira was. Oh herp! She told me to meet her at the Ramble House.

"Guys, i'll be at the Ramble House, ok?" she hollered over the mirth. "Alys, don't look in your bag!"

Kasha: You say farewell to the group, with a slightly guilty conscience, and head over to the Ramble House. The trip takes you to a more working class part of town, not necessarily where you'd expect to find a famous wrestler, but here it is. You open the door and immediately hear a song playing in the bar. There's a Dwarf on stage, singing about the hard toils of the day for a boss that barely pays him enough, going home to a wife and kids that he nag him, and how he always looks forward to going to the bar with his buddies when the week ends. The rest of the bar is singing along too. They vary in degrees of quality, but you can tell that there's a great deal of enthusiasm and camaraderie as they sing along. You spot Janira sitting at a table. She lifts her mug of ale, beckoning for you to come over. "Hey there. Glad that you could make it."

Stella nods at Vastra. "A lucky break indeed. Just ah...don't mention my last name in front of Maxwell, hmm?"

The politics and discussions of wealth hold little interest for Rinn, who drinks his ale in silence. The prospect of work is less about coin and more about the thrill of excitement for the elf. The talk of ports, though, causes him some hesitation. "I hope that this does not involve a ship," he says sourly. "I'm no fish nor a fan of the deep sea."