Kevon looks blankly at Quasar for a moment, then says, "No...that can't be. If I had been trying to kill someone, they'd be dead."
Riley and the barmaid both glare at Kevon, "You damned fool! You nearly cut off my leg!" Riley says angrily.
"What?" Kevon asks, seemingly confused, "No, I've never seen you before in my life. I don't remember the morning very well, but I think I would remember if I had tried to kill you."
Arathriel. Looks at Kevon "Just admit it we all saw you! there's still blood on your sword! Quasar, Zed Thorn and I all saw you stumble upto your room in a drunken stopper! what are you saying that you weren't in control of your self!?
"This may be a story worth hearing", thinks Quasar to himself. Then, talking loudly to the people gathered around the horsecart: "I still believe that we should sit around a table and try to get to the bottom of this story. You will be our special guest, Sir Kevon. But, at the moment, is maybe better if we keep you tied and helpless. For your own good".
This said, the magician starts heading towards the dining hall making a sign to the others to follow him.
"Very well, I will accept your...hospitality, as apparently I have no choice. Someone will have to carry me, I can't walk tied up like this." Kevon grins disarmingly. He does not seem mad, like he was before, but there is still something behind his eyes, something strange.
Forthan Picks up his plate and mug and heads into the inn. Once inside I finds a table and sets his mug and plate down before sitting down. Forthan looks around as he begins to eat again. In between bites he will introduce himself to the others as Forthan a cleric of Pelor.
Zed ties a rope around Kevon's wrists and drags him inside, Kevon shuffles and stumbles through the door into the tavern, shouting protests. The common room is still empty of patrons. Various debris litters the floor, though nothing is immediately eye catching. The blood on the stairs and on the floor remains, Forthan and Quasar leaving a trail of bloody boot prints as they walk to a table and sit.
Zed leads Kevon by the rope and shoves him into a chair.
Kevon sputters angrily, "What in the hells did I do!? I know I was drunk this morning, but I have no idea what you're going on about!" He looks at Arathriel, "I swear I don't know why my sword is bloody. I don't remember anything after I fell asleep!"
"The only thing you can do to help yourself is help us", says Quasar to Kevon keeping his voice as calm as possible. "Have a look at the stairs: that's your own blood along to the blood you spilled out of poor Riley. But let's introduce ourselves properly first". Quasar will make the presentations, introducing also Zed and Arathriel to Forthan. After that, he will ask three mugs of ale for himself and his companions before making a proposal: "Come with me one moment, Kevon, while we wait for the drinks. No beer for you of course, you already had enough of it for today. I want you to have a closer look at the stairs".
Quasar will try to help out Kevon to the stairs to show him the result and the proof of his actions.