The corridor is approximately twenty foot across, so it is a little tightly packed and not everyone can fight at the same time, but there is room for a decent number of individuals.

Buddy can see Harkon standing in the corridor, wielding his flaming sword. At his side are one of the soldiers, and the lady in red silk - presumably this 'Miss DeMarco'. Judging my the evidence, she is the spell caster responsible for injuring Il'Tara. The rest of the enemy group is out of Buddy's immediate sight.

"It appears they have a Necromancer. Master Posca, front and centre. We need to push through!" Harkon calls out, his voice filled with wrath. "Is that you, Halifax Eater? You escaped the pyres once, but no one evades me twice!"

From the direction of the improvised stables, you can hear movement and angry snarling as the Nightmares begin to move around into position. The narrow confines of the rooms are making it difficult for them to negotiate at speed, but they can likely make it into the War Room shortly. Ghostly wailing begins to echo around the interior of the Horn as Ezra Thrice-Damned and his wraiths begin moving in to intercept as well.

The Death's Head

Hexor appears in the middle of the tavern with a sharp crack, almost upsetting the table where Kin, Kydrak and his brother are seated. The daemon wastes no time on small talk. "It would appear that Inquisitor has arrived sooner than expected. He's upstairs right now, so if you'll just come along..."