You go around the front and act suspicious. They know you, and they'll think you're going to try and come in. They're going to be too busy looking at you through the front. I break down the back door and flank them.
Margrett smirked quietly, and jumped down behind him, going around to the back, pulling her cloak around her shoulders and her hat lower over her eyes. She hunkered down behind some boxes near the back door, waiting for Gray.
Grayell knocked on the door and after some audible shuffling inside, a waif of a young elven girl answered. She was dirty, bruised and dressed in ragged scraps of clothing; but said nothing. He stepped toward the door.
Tell Dogrin he has company.
Grayell pulled back the hood and immediately, yells from inside broke out, furniture clattering to the floor. Grayell shoved the girl aside and stormed in the door as he drew his sword and was immediately attacked from his right.
The rear door flew open and 3 men scrambled out - two were armed but the last was dressed in finery of somewhat and was carrying a turkery leg. They didn't so much as look either way and ran straight toward Marg.
She growled a little as she jumped up, cape billowing behind her.
So much for a plan!
She barreled into one man, her shoulder against his sternum, knocking him down before turning on her heel, hammer in her hands.
Though it's gonna be a little easier this way! She darted towards another man, barely stopping when she slammed the haft of her hammer against his head, turning on the spot and sending the end of the hammerhead toward the third man's chest.
(Alright, three rounds open combat. Dogrin is going to be focused on escaping.)
Graihl spun to his side, sword whipping out an severing the attacker's arm below the elbow. The man stammered back, a look of horror on his face as Graihl lunged and slipped his sword through the stupid bastard's ribs. He yanked his blade back, spotted two more who were considering attacking - that now made for the back door.
Not so quickly now boys....
Grayell leaped across the floor, his sword slicing the air and slashing the rear leg of the last one to make it through the door. The man stumbled, spilled into the street where Marg now was.
Grayell bolted through the door, fluid as the wind and ran another through, his arrival announced by the sword bursting through the man's chest. The body slipped from his blade and fell to the ground and Grayell spat.
Dogrin looked from Marg to Grayell and turned ghost white - and then made a break for it.
His two remaining guards didn't look entirely happy with the situation but after summing them both up, they attacked Marg, screaming.
Margrett waiting until they got close, walking forward serenly, then slammed the haft of her hammer into the neck of one man, grabbing the neck of the other in her gauntleted hand and throwing him against the wall. Their weapons bit against her armor, cutting her, but she grunted and walked past them as they slumped to the ground. She ran into the street and looked back to Grayell.
Grayell was already in motion. He had bolted across the street and with practiced ease, leaped, grabbed some scaffolding and swung up onto the rooftops again. He landed on the run, tearing across the brick-a-brack that littered the roofs here and there.
He could see Dogrin, his cloak gave him away even in a crowd. He planted a hand and swung over a short wall, kept running - then Dogrin broke right. Grayell rolled from the roof an landed in the dirt, one hand steadying his landing.
Margrett was right on him and ran past as Grayell again got to his feet.
Margrett was fast, but her armor slowed her down and lowered her stamina. She was beginning to catch up to the man, ducking around and jumping over people and carts and animals. As Dogrin broke right, she turned hard, her sheer weight lending her much more momentum than she should have had, and pursued.
Grayell was right on Marg's heels, over her left shoulder. Their chase had no gone unnoticed of course and some commotion was stirring up on the street. Dogrin meanwhile looked back at his pursuers.... and crashed immediately into two other men carrying some lumber. He went sprawling on his ass, the men he collided with running off when they saw Marg and Grayell running toward them with weapons drawn.
Dogrin scrambled on all fours and snatched up a dagger he had dropped. He waved it at them both menacingly, feet kicking dirt up as he scrambled on his rear.