He is, nevertheless, almost always prepared. His defensive spells are always active, and a line of pikemen wide enough to take up a whole street is always at the ready. He's in his dinner silks instead of his battle silks, but that's a problem for his laundress more than it is for him. He excuses himself, places the party in Isidonia's capable hands, taps himself and his lieutenant Melina with Heroism, and then they march out into the street. The pikes will probably put more fear into criminals than Melina's bow, even though the latter is much more lethal.

"People of Westcrown! Return to your homes. Abandon all thoughts of violence and theft."

This works on most they come across. For the others, the pikes have a dull end. None are feeling feisty enough to get the sharp ends.

No blood has been shed by the time the rain starts to fall. Unfortunately, Protection from Arrows is worthless against it, and soon his silks are sodden. His magic boots will keep him warm, but his men have no such protection, and satisfied that the riots are dying down and the rain will handle the fires, they return to the mansion.

"I'll see to it that our guests have rooms for the night, I suppose."