Brego was able to convince the small crowd of spectators that this was in fact a no-non-heroes-allowed type of situation, and the civilians quit asking so many questions, but they continued to watch what was going on from about halfway up the block.
While the onlookers were busy helping themselves to Brego's bullsh*t, Veritas found it easy to slip away and around to the back of the building where there was a service entrance that led down to the beach where the workers often gathered supplies, but the door, like all the others, was locked shut.
Katariah has no time for this bullshit. Ameiko might be bleeding to death on the other side of this MYSTERIOUS SWORDPROOF DOOR, and here are onlookers here to 'stop bandits' or whatever inane activity they think they are up to. Where the hell were these onlookers when goblins were attacking, huh? With a snarl, she proceeds to
Jan quipped back to Aegon, "I guess we can call what Miss Saharkar did as 'knocking."
She looked back to the very eager woman hacking and bashing the victimized door to pieces, and gave a small wince and an irked smile.
"I am not going to pay for that. Really." She commented absently, before stepping behind Katariah.
"Miss Saharkar, while I commend your eagerness to go and help a friend... Remember that this is her father's shop you just break into. And without warning, I'd say." Jan gave her chiding, even as her gaze roamed across the place with the hope that Katariah eagerness was, well, wrong. If it had been right...
In her frenzy of imprecations against the stalwart wooden door, the Keleshite girl doesn't notice the elf woman approaching with a determined mien. She does, however, notice a hand on her ear, gripping it firmly and pulling it to one side. Unfortunately, something else notices as well. The aura of darkness seething around the girl suddenly turns, eyes opening like fires flashing into life, a massive maw splitting into a smile. The thing hisses, and speaks in a sound like water hitting a hot stovetop. "Ssven mah temel shisi var, hsisisisi." The whole thing suddenly elongates and bends over the surprised elf, the massive maw splitting open to reveal whirling fire and sharp 'teeth' and essentially something that looks like the inner surface of hell.
The keleshite girl, gasping in pain as her ear is grabbed, half-turns/half-has-pulled her head around and sees the aura lunging for the elven woman. "Ouch! Ah... telesh! KRAYA. Sivas sivay sitto sel sabbas firam far! Foren tyars, seyer sieles!" The aura halts suddenly as she shouts KRAYA, quivering in place like an over-eager hound, and then with obvious reluctance returns to hover around her once again as the torrent of words in ignan come forth from the girl's mouth.
Crisis briefly resolved, the girl's mouth firms briefly into a hard line, as she stares at the elf. "As a summoner, my honour demands that if I lose control of a summon, I must comply with any demands those affected may ask as a recompense. My orders to hessesselen were in error, and he nearly managed to attack you. My honour is in shreds before you." She turns slowly, pulling the elven woman's hand with her, until Sai has to make the choice between releasing the ear or pulling it off the girl's head. Her face is white with pain, but Katariah grimly continues. "But I will not stand idly by while ANOTHER of my friends is abducted." Dark anger burns in her eyes. "So get. the hell. out. of. my. way."
Alone behind the building, Veritas did not see any items as tall as a ladder, but there were some boxes lying around, and the stone walls of the building were uneven enough that a skilled climber may be able to scale the twenty-five foot structure to get to the roof. He also noticed, as he got close to the door, that he could hear what sounded like high-pitched giggles and shrieks, and the sound of glass breaking from somewhere inside the building.
In front of the Glassworks, audible gasps and whispers could be heard from the growing crowd of spectators nearby as Katariah literally smashed the wooden door to pieces with her greatsword. The splintered boards of what used to be a door flew haphazardly into the display room, knocking several valuable glass pieces from their displays and shattering them against the hard, stone floor. With the door now gone, those outside could see the interior of the round room. Bright rays of sunlight filled the area through a skylight on the ceiling high above. There were several shelves and stands holding various items made of worked glass including bottles, candle holders, wind chimes, colored plate glass window ornaments and other glasswork art pieces, on display so that customers could browse.