Erizhi makes her statement, showing no weapon in her hand and lowering her shield to further attempt to placate these soldiers. Stepping forward she can now see the man who was moving up from the stables to her right. He is a burly man with thick jowl whiskers peeking out from under his chain coif, dressed in chain mail and a tabard as all the other soldiers are. A naked long sword is in his hands. However, the words seem to give him pause, and upon seeing Erizhi, he is obviously affected by her appearance.There is only one solution to avoid making this situation worse than it already is. She will lower her shield to her side and take a few steps forward with her right arm raised, palm extended. "Stop! We have no conflict with you!" she will say loudly, in as commanding a voice as she can muster in the Common tongue. Meanwhile she will utilize her Charm/Fascinate ability as well as her Allure as best as she can. She will strike her most prominent pose. "That man is one of those responsible for the tragedy here! Several of his companions lay inside the barn! And there are others that have escaped us! Those vile men have taken the children!" She is careful not to mention any others of their group, leaving the statements purposefully vague.
So too is the young soldier off to her left taken in, for he all but stops his forward motion and his blade waivers uncertainly before dipping low. The elven archer behind him however seems largely unmoved by your attempts of charm.
During all this, Fah’jar does not remain silent, and instead turns his attention to the one holding him forcefully. “You may silence me,” he proclaims, “but my lady is a high priestess of the war goddess Ishtar! A single word from her lips and your eyes will melt in their sockets!”
This earns him a backhand smack across the mouth with a mailed fist. “Enough of your prattling, cur!” the man yells. However Fah’jar seems to just smile devilishly around his now-bloody lip when he hears what happens next.
The commander has clearly heard what the Immaterian said and shouts a new command, “Silence her immediately! Put an arrow through her throat if need be!”
Erizhi notes the elf’s stare become deadly and he says to her, “Nurth avus venestel, Immatavian.” The bowstring becomes very taut and sunlight gleams off the arrowhead.
With Erizhi having charmed the two closest soldiers and the elf’s complete focus currently on putting an arrow in her someplace unpleasant, Sir Rovach is able to move up and Detect Evil on the one he presumes to be the leader of these men. The only evil in the trio of men before the paladin is the Immaterian that had been a prisoner of the group’s for a short time.Stopping in the pathway, Sir Rovach stands straight up with sword at the ready. He looks directly at the middle aged man who he assumes to be the leader and salutes him with his sword, praying silently Anu, please give your servant the sight again! He will then return his sword to his scabbard, remove his helmet (carring it in his left arm) and proceed to walk forward at a normal but steady pace; his goal is to get close enough to use his gift of sight and be close enough to speak to them.
“A paladin you say?” the middle-aged commander asks. “Then set aside your weapons if you are truly dispatched here to offer assistance. To do otherwise will only end in your demise.”If he is able to get close enough to speak, he will address the two men. "I am Sir Rovach, Paladin of Anu. This is the Lady Erizhetiana, a virtuous and noble Lady. Noble not just of birth but also of character. We are here as agents of Gorvan, Constable of Dormare, to investigate the fate of the Makkees. Will you hear us?"
Meanwhile Mayla has become quite sleepy and looks to be desiring a place to lay her head, whether on someone’s lap or just of a pillow of wild grass and earth. However, a voice can be heard and her eyes shoot open. As Kaelyn is running through the tunnel as fast as he is able to, he calls out to Aesa, Butternut and Stephanie (assuming she hasn‘t ridden off by this point), alerting them to danger back at the farm. As he gets closer to them, the words become understandable.
Mayla is clearly freaked out by all of this and where only a moment before she was looking for a place to sleep, she is now looking for a place to bolt to and hide.“...are others at the farm! Aesa!! Butternutt! Stephanie!!! HELP!!!!”