The lead man of 5, a human, turns around to face Wyrmtongue, producing an AK-97 from his suit jacket. "Last chance, slitch. You and your friends leave and we don't hurt you. Stay and . . . I can't guarantee you'll leave this dump alive." He motions with a hand to some of his men. 3 of the other men, also humans, turn to face you, producing several Colt Manhunters from within their own jackets. The last man, an orc, maintains his watch on the man behind the bar.