Tars stands as well, keeping one eye on Edgar and one on his men. A few of the warriors fall back out of the scrum and spill wine over themselves. Someone reaches for a long gun.

"This thoat has lost its mind!" Some one called out from the crowd.

WONK! Nitwit lowers its head against the blows raining around its horn buds, and tries to shove its way through the mass of bodies. It's not making very good progress, and with each passing second, more of the warriors start aiming vicious kicks at the young thoat.