The battle was dying down, the few remaining bandits all meeting their ends at the hands of someone or another. After things had quieted, Belphanior rejoined his companions in front of the Sword and Cup, and together, they entered the tavern. The place was trashed. Between the carnage wrought by the bandits and Belphanior's wand-foam, many of the tables and chairs were broken or ruined. In one corner stood Rexxus, cradling his broken arm as he looked around sadly.
People always come here to fight.
They must've found him and killed him before we got here. We hardly knew you. Rest in peace, Kyros - you have been avenged. Outside, the rain was finally dying down, and in its stead was left a street full of death and destruction. Belphanior and Otto wearily walked out into that street, followed by the others.