Fringe of Barrowmoor.
Early Evening.
Weather: misty visibility reduced to 60ft, cool breeze, cloudy.
Orgoth torch in one hand, reaches over his shoulder to grab a javelin which he hurls at a marauding raptor. The javelin missed as does the jaws of the snapping beast as it charges by.
The squire wall of Eddy, Leomane & Martell is assailed by a horde of voracious nippers. They woefully flail to hit any of them. Gilles stabs unsuccessfully and the hapless Franc is once more grappled by critters. Two who lick lips and grin toothy feral grimaces in anticipation of some rump or shoulder steak. They bite, one tearing a morsel of butt cheek from the prone squire. (-1hp)
Sven casts his spell and a cricket over a designated area which numbs the hyped up senses of the raptors into a peaceful lullaby and the group visibly wilt to the floor, heavy heads and eyelids drooping to curl up at the adventurers feet.
Next actions please.
You can retrieve javelin easily.