The bartender accepts the widgets quietly, tucking them under the table. “Now, the one you’re looking for is named Jevis. He was-”
The bartender is cut off as the door slams open, a Fire Okotan breathlessly dashing inside. He immediately turns around, slamming the door closed and bolting it shut. The entire bar turns their attention to the door, going quiet except for a few hushed murmurs.
“Spiders!” the newcomer calls over his shoulder. “A whole bunch of them, maybe a minute behind me!” In a moment the silence is gone, replaced by an uproar of panic and outrage. The bartender bangs his fist against the counter, gaining at least some attention from his patrons.
“Everyone, in the back! We’ll lock everything up and they’ll go away within the hour!” Slowly the other patrons comply, and the bartender pulls a scrapped-together tri-barreled elemental blaster from beneath the bar. “That includes you two,” he adds, glancing to Capella and Dax in between loading crystals into the blaster. “Hide in back, we’ll make sure they stay outside and you stay inside.”
Ekimu finally comes within range of being able to see those surrounding the campfire himself. He raises a hand, waving it in greeting. That tall one could only be one being: the Lord of the Storm. Good, hopefully he had appraised the travelers of the situation at hand.