[Magnus's PoV]
"Hey! You done smooching with the orc yet?! I'm kind of dying out here!"
"Shut it vakir! Just give me a second." Sylus's voice called from deep within the tavern, clearly agitated.
Magnus sent another blast of fire as he swore under his breath. There were many things he knew Glynt to be, many many things. But a coward dodging a fight just to drink some alcohol? That was entirely new.
'And you chose quite the damned time...
It's not like there isn't an entire damned horde raining hell down on everything!!!"
Even though his fire incinerated the entire surrounding, nothing Magnus did could rival the blood-lusted frenzy of a demonic squire. He stood at the entrance of the tavern, praying to whatever god was left that Glynt would get out of his drunken stupor.
Alone, he knew he could only last maybe 3 minutes. With Sylus and Glynt, they would last around 5 minutes. Hopefully.