Broccan clears out each upstairs room and then heads into the basement, it is dark but thanks to dark-vision this is not an issue for some people.

This room is dominated by several large tanks, kegs, and other brewing equipment. The tanks are now empty and hacked to pieces, and the floor is a stinking morass of muddy earth soaked with a mixture of beer, mead, and blood. A terrible battle must have taken place here. A mutilated body is slumped against the base of a battered keg, the head missing. Its bloodied hand still grips a mace. The blood-smeared armor bears a large symbol of Sarenrae on the chest.

Canvy stands in the doorway and roars a challenge "Run or die you dogs!" With that his falchion is lifted high before him, as it moves quickly and smoothly through the air, swiftly making deadly cuts in an imaginary foe. Then running at the nearest bandit, he attempts to slice his head off and continue to his friend in death.

Canvy walks over towering over the captive. He looks down, nose to nose and growls "So what did you want with the owner then?" As he tries to elicit as much information from the man, what does the owner look like?, who sent them? and why?