The next door down stood partly ajar, and opened further at the sound of the group ascending the stairs. The Tranquil emerged, just one foot out the door, bruise beginning to blossom on his cheek where the first drunken lout landed his punch.
"Enchanter Thais wishes it to be known that she reacted in self defense," he parroted calmly, "and that they have not been irreparably harmed."
From somewhere within the woman's room her muffled voice added angrily, "They deserved worse!"