Shrugging off Aeroz's assistance, the man shouts, "You don't understand! We need more light!"

With the door bolted, he runs over to the hearth and starts throwing in additional logs. He then takes a small wrapped package out of his robes, and unwraps it by the fire.

"I have no choice," he says more to himself than to any of you, as he lifts a glistening serpentine dagger, turning once again to face the room.

"We don't want any trouble here," cautions the barkeep as he reaches under the bar.