Nevitash nods to his new companion. "I would start with this witch. There seems to be some doubt whether or not this is a true creature of the night. I would see it for myself, I suppose. It is certainly more appealing than this stew, whatever it is." 

Makariy glances at the mug, then at the tiefling and cracks a grin. "Must be important, for you to traipse all the way here." 

He was about to take an experimental sip of water when the noise outside grew close enough to discern individual words. His brow creased in irritation. "This again." He waves off the tiefling's departure, making no move to get up, then reconsiders. "It's hardly never important." He mutters as he rises to his feet. "I just hope Arkady had the sense to avoid all this."

Jak finally hears the calls to burn the witch.  He looks at Nevitash,  "Ah, yes, there have been an uptick in the number of "witches" lately.  Those poor folk.  Yes, we should look in on that, but be careful in the crowd.  A person can be smart, but people in a group are stupid."

Jak's interactions with Dreamborn have been largely negative, due to most of his interactions being with Hara, who is just an unpleasant person.  However, this one seems fine and friendly.

A grim procession marches down the cobblestone street. At it's head walks the bishop of the Church of the Candle himself, and behind him two heavyset men dragging the unfortunate 'witch.' She is a woman in her late forties, and looks like she has some aasimar blood in her. These four figures are followed by a mob of clerics and incited townsfolk. Some carry bundles of dry wood, others roll barrels of oil, and the rest wave torches and lanterns, creating a dance of flickering fire and shadow. 

"Jak, you said your name was?  I am Oltheris.  When you say there has been an uptick, do you mean there have been more witches found, or more people accused of being witches?  There is a difference."

Oltheris hurries to catch up to the others, turns and calls back to Makariy, "You coming?  Best way to keep from drinking is to leave the bar."  He settles his pack on his back and dons his shield as he heads out of the tavern.

(This is me talking out of my butt, so the DM can correct me on this.)

"Oltheris, a pleasure. Yeah, it's Jak. Well, the public would have you believe there's no distinction. After all, can't get worked up if someone is falsely accused. No, there have been more accusations lately. Used to be we'd get a witch every couple months. Now, it seems like one pops up every couple weeks.  I don't know if they are legitimately witches or just poor saps that angered someone who was better connected politically."

Jak looks around at the rabble, pulling his black and lavender cloak closer around himself.  He pats his bag for  his book, making sure it is still there. Feeling that it is, he looks relieved. 

Father Wilbur grinds his ghostly teeth. Well, his ghostly dentures. He hasn't had teeth for quite a while, even when he was alive. Glasgow, that prick! By the wick, he'd see the greedy bishop excommunicated for his crimes one day. He peeks out through the building's wall a second time, looking for the tallest thing nearby. If his plan was going to work, he'd need a good entrance. They weren't going to burn this innocent young lady under his watch!

Nevitash watches the procession with a great deal of disappointment. "That is supposed to be a witch? Why it looks like another person." Anyone who is watching the dreamborn sees that realization dawn upon him. "Wait -- are they going to burn that poor woman?" He asks the others,  his hand hovering over his scimitar.

(You call it talking out of your butt, I call it creative license. This is everyone's world ((But mostly mine. :))

I’yar slows his pace, letting others to catch up with him. “Easy there. I don’t know how good you are with that, but it won’t do much against 10 meat sacks. If you want to do something about this all of us have to contribute, and even then they probably will kick us out of the Cross.”, I’yar’s tone suggested that he wasn’t against the idea, just questioning their understanding of consequence. He himself readied his pistol, just in case. The scales began to weigh the decision.

"I am willing to bet that poor woman is innocent, and that fool in the front has trumped the charges up.  Are there not courts for this kind of thing around here?  I just got here, so I don't mind leaving.  But I cannot stand by why someone is burned to death without a trial."

Oltheris mumbles something under his breath while he grips his own scimitar.  It sounds almost like a prayer, if Oltheris looked like the type to pray (That is me activating my Hex Warrior feature).  He continues to walk toward procession.  He snaps his fingers and a hand appears on his shoulder, giving him a little massage.  He waves it away and says, "Not now, we have work to do.  I am going to need you to untie that lady when we get close enough.  Think you can do that?"  The hand forms an "OK" sign and sinks to the ground.  It starts to walk along next to Oltheris on two fingers.

"OK, boss man," referring to the Tiefling, "it isn't a fight we have to win, but we will need to move fast if we want to get her out of here safely.  Does that little boom stick of your's make a lot of noise?  Can we use it to break the mob's attention?"

From behind the group, Valar speaks over their shoulders. "You'll need help. I think justice is well deserved, but this is not justice, this is another greedy man trying to use his power to do unlawful deeds. I am familiar with this type of scum, and won't be sorry if he gets hurt." His gravelly voice betrays no emotion, only the voice of a man discussing another job. "Name's Valar." He rests a hand on his sword hilt, and the other on his pistol.

The dreamborn suddenly looks anxious. Can I risk this? he thinks. Even with the assistance of these others, it would be a difficult fight. And yet -- he could not stand by and let this poor woman suffer this horrible fate. "My name is Nevitash," he whispers to the others. "I am skilled with the scimitar, but I believe I have some other talents that may be of more use. And I cannot stand by and watch this travesty occur." He pulls a spring of mistletoe from his cloak and clutches it in his hand, focusing his energies onto the object.

“Ah, sorry forgot to introduce myself. I’m I’yar. That’ll probably attract mob’s attention to me, but I think I can turn some corners to loose them. I got an alternative though. Take out the priest, while your hand unties that lady. I and Valar can take the roofs, you can get up close and personal. Although I wouldn’t recommend that. Can everyone at least try to remain unseen? As shitty as this town is, I’m sure we will have our reasons to come back here.”, I’yar now seems to be fully in planning mode, considering the advantages and disadvantages of each approach to this. The time was ticking though, the old would burn fast, especially with oil. He looked over the people near him, each seemed to carry an invisible baggage with them, well maybe not Oltheris, but impressions can be deceiving. “Right, we don’t have much time, so this is my preposition and you can quickly tell me your thoughts and ideas. Whoever has range weapons of any kind should get on the roof and conceal themselves to the best of their ability and then when Oltheris is ready we fire. He can use the opening to untie the lady. Then however is left on the ground can attempt to help her, if she cannot run away herself. If things go to shit, we jump down from the roofs and help each other out. Everyone agree?”

Father Wilbur makes his way to the tallest building around, and, after a moment and a deep breath, which is entirely unnecessary because he is a literal ghost and does not need to breathe, he leaps off.

Suddenly, a bright light flashes from above, and the crowd looks up to see a translucent figure, its features hidden by a powerful light emanating from its chest, descending slowly from the heavens.

"STOP THIS MADNESS!"

The floating, glowing figure's voice booms, louder than any sound an ordinary mortal could produce. When the figure lands, the ground is racked by tremors.

"YOU DARE TO CONDEMN ONE OF THE CHOSEN? I DARE ANY OF YOU TO LOOK UPON HER VISAGE AND SAY SHE IS UNHOLY! SHE IS BLESSED, AND I HAVE BEEN PERSONALLY SENT BY HE OF THE UNDYING WICK HIMSELF TO ENSURE THAT SHE STAYS THAT WAY!"

With that, a peal of thunder rings out, as the glowing man raises his arms.

"I HAVE SPOKEN, AND I PITY ANY MAN WHO DARES CONTEST MY WORD. FOR BY HIS HOLY WILL, THEY WILL BE COWED."

Valar glances at the newcomer, rather unsurprised by the sudden turn of events. "Do ya have a plan B?" He asks I'yar. 

To his new found companions, Oltheris says, "Move quickly.  I don't know anything about this Whik or whatever, but that is the distraction we need."

As he attempts to close the distance to the captive, he tells the hand, "If they try to follow us, trip them if you can, and catch up with me later."  The hand does a flip, giving a thumbs up midway through it, and grabs Oltheris' pant leg to keep up.

Jak doesn't typically get involved in such things, preferring a more pragmatic approach.  However, he thinks that with his newfound liberation, he may be able to actually help.  This is appealing to him.  "Very well.  Let's go."  

[Makariy had decided to leave the tavern to see what's going on. Apologies for being late in replying! Hadn't felt at all well yesterday but fortunately it's passed.]

Makariy shuffles out of the tavern into the street among the other patrons, glowering vaguely at the scene. "Burning's a terrible way to go." He murmurs grimly, but doesn't seem inclined to stop anything, until his eyes notice the woman's face.

"I know her." He says, bewildered, to nobody in particular. "She buys two jars of honey every two weeks like clockwork. Look, she can't possibly be a-"

He flinches away as the ghost descends upon the villagers, taking the action to conceal his movements as he checked his weapons, then he approaches. "I don't want to harm the other people, but you're right, this isn't any sort of justice at all. I'll help keep them off you."

"I can help, but I try not to hurt others. Let's get this woman free and get gone."  Jak rushes along with the others.