A short squeal emerged from one of the side alleys that had sprang up around the square where the cathedral was located in, before a headless body of a goblin was sent flying into the square. Emerging behind it, a young woman shouldering a dangerous looking polearm and with a large covered shield slung over her back took a look around. Spotting her target at the foot of the temple dedicated to his Goddess, the woman lightly jogged towards the priest of Desna, nimbly avoiding the littered bodies of goblin lying here and there on the street. Her heavy looking cloak swirled around her when she stopped in front of Father Zantus, giving him an easy smile as she leaned her weight onto the bloodied weapon.
"Heya there, Father." The Cheliax woman spoke to the priest of Desna, "Looks like you have the place under control, Father." She noted the other defenders aside from the clergy of Desna themselves, and offered them each a nod of acknowledgements. Aside from Tom the wandering lutist, who had been in Sandpoint almost as long as she had, the others were probably newcomers or travelers who had come to see the revelries and festival. And though they found another type of excitement instead, she was rather happy to see that they were willing to make their hands dirty to help others.
Let's see, there's the two elves, male and female, the halfling, probably a relative to that brave fool Ser, and-
At that point, Veritas turned around and stepped out from behind the elves, where their bodies had been covering his two extra pairs of glowing arms out of her view. Jan's smile grew strained and while it remained on her lips, her demeanor changed.
"Please tell me that 'that one' is not hostile." Despite the cool delivery and toneless voice, there was a hint in her tight grip on her weapon and the change on her stance that she probably was hoping for the opposite, and that she was ready to use her weapon to hack and slash at the abomination. Fortunately, Father Zantus's repeated assurances and the others' lack of hostility at the six-armed thing, subdued the woman's aggressive stance though she still remained wary at the sight.
"You'd think a six-armed guy walking into town would have made the news back at the Kitten. Imagine it, he could ask for three times the VIP treatment and the Madame would get paid three times." Despite her joke and the smile on her face, the words seemed to be delivered with no heart. Instead of continuing, Jan turned back to the priest.
"Father, just to get this out first, the Kitten could use some aid from Desna. We were attacked," she waved off the upsurge of movement, and continued "but we managed to drive some of the goblins off and killed the rest." She finished, absently running her left hand onto her belt, where three axes were hung, all slightly bloodied.
"But we had some injuries and one heavily wounded, and though we didn't expect Coleen to be actually adept in some divine magic, she was hard pressed just to keep the guy stable." She glanced to the halfling this time, "Perhaps you know of a Ser Deedee-mousse? Ye high, wears a cobbled-up armor, rides a dog, and acts like some Taldan knight? He is brave man, a fool, but brave." She nodded.
"He charged the goblin line by himself, gave the rest of us some time to be properly kitted up." She didn't mention the goblins she took out with darts when they weren't watching. "But he gave as good as he got, and when we came to his rescue, it was just a proper clean up while he and his ride take a well-earned rest. That is, until we heard Miss Olyssia screams." Jan thought back.
"The goblins had made it into the Kitten, and one was already tearing into the boys and girls. That brave fool Ser moved again. It was awesome to watch. He leaped and took the blade aimed at Miss Olyssia right here," she pointed to her solar plexus, "and it went out the other side, and he still had the time to bash in the goblin's head before going on the business of bleeding to death." Father Zantus started and rose up to move, but again, Jan waved him off.
"Well, that was when we found out Coleen could do some healing magic. Didn't tell if she was a cleric of which god though. Maybe one of the more kinky ones." The woman added, "After the second clean-up, the Madame send me up here to get either you or one of your acolytes, Father. Coleen patched up the worst casualties, but we still need more patching up and we're holing up for the moment, in case the goblins come back. So here I am, trade me for one of you, though of course I'll escort you back there first." She finished her long explanation, still with one of her everpresent smile.