"' 'Shame thaht is, I doubt any o' the Freelancers back home'll swing by either. Fahr to busy scuttling each other, bless their hahrts," Brenier answered, exhaling through his final remark. He couldn't disrespect the hustle of his comrades, as he wasn't innocent of turning on his peers either, some just never seemed to grow tired of it. Perhaps there was a lesson to be found in these last few months, that the dogmatic pursuit of wealth ruins even the best. But it was that very pursuit that protected Maramota's shores for centuries, so maybe he was just grasping at straws. The man reached for his brew, intent on scattering such a roundabout thought for the evening when he heard talk from the main group.“But yes, I’m from the Runic Dragon Order, Brenier. Doubt any others in the Order are coming, though.”
His moment of blissful recollection was interrupted by the demands of a large and darkly clad man. It looked like he was giving the old man from before quite the difficult time, a strange reward for raising the alarm. Still, the man was clearly looking for a fight, if that energy could just be directed towards the snakes instead of his fellow man. Brenier quickly flicked another vial from his bandolier, thumbing it into the crossbow's middle groove before he shouted in to the man. "Save it fahr the snakes fellah! Don't know if ye no'iced, bu' we got ahrselves trouble enough ou' here!""Answer me!, from where did they come?!"
In the midst of wrestling the spiky snake beast's teeth, Thaessalia caught sight of the little redheaded tavern lass leaping about with a bow. Inebriated as she was, she nearly forgot to remove her blades from the basilisk's maw before she was flung when Tireisa's arrow struck its eye. Instead, she stumbled forward, under the now very angry snake beast's head, and split it from jaw to belly... Chest? Honestly, she wasn't certain of the specifics.Tireisa wasted no time and jumped onto the Dragons head roof and climbed the rest of the way before posting up and releasing an arrow into the nostril of the basilisk squaring against Thessalia.
Another found its mark in the right eye of the beast as it cried out unable to effect the human with its powers on that side now giving her an advantage.
The dragon warrior cried to the woman as she knocked another arrow and fired to keep suppressing the basilisks that had surrounded the area. Lightning striking outside brightening her figure for a brief second amongst the scaffolding around the outside of the roofing.