Go on the quest.

Storm resurrected himself with relative ease, standing up to his new life with a stagger. The servant had come and gone, with Storm doing very little to slow the progression of the attacker. In fairness, he was dead, and the servant was an angel taking him to the afterlife. It was only after the angel offered to bring a whore around that the wizard acquiesced he could possibly have overestimated the visitor.

"Lornius is the land of champions. With us up here, and them sending monsters up the stairs, we can't let them line up our execution. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the bottom of this inn was currently inhabited by a goddamned dragon."

He was speaking quickly now, a loud whisper that was neither furtive nor effective. He quickly rolled across the room at the window that had attacked him, peering outside at a fairly nondescript street, with only a few horses and one cart rolling by lazily.

"Now's our chance! Break for the outside, get the f*ck out of here, and we'll take shelter away from these goddamned hobgoblins."

Stepping back across the creaky floors, the magician observed confused glances coming from his partners. Of course, they were paralyzed in fear from the fifty kilogram servant that had come to kill them, so all was fairly understandable. The wizard stole a glance down the stairs, where the servant conspired with the big-titted woman that Veritas presumed was an operative of some sort.

"Hadoken, Motherf*ckers!"

With an extended palm, Storm blasted the window and adjacent wall with a blast of blue-white energy, the pulse more bulbous and unconstrained than he had intended. The wall billowed in, sang to him, and then exploded outwards, sending shrapnel of glass, wood, and plaster radially away from the threesome and opening a man-sized hole in the wall.

"Away from the hobgoblins!" With a piercing whistle, Attila was called as Storm Veritas jump/fell out of the window, this time actually injuring himself somewhat considerably with an awkward fall onto packed earth some twelve feet below. Confused, his mighty horse sauntered over to them, looking up towards the remaining adventurers as the host and servants charged up the stairs to assess the horrible racket the Idiot Champion had created.