As Spellbinder approaches, he'll note a subtle aura of calm emanating from the pale elf - it's not strong enough to affect Spellbinder, of course, but it's probably why the man he's chasing hasn't hurt anyone yet. The elf is just in the process of assuring the man that he's safe here (apparently the Conspirator has made some claim of being in danger from pursuit?), when Spellbinder's approach brings a sharp end to the (comparative) serenity.
The Conspirator doesn't even turn to look, somehow being aware of Spellbinder even with his back turned, and lunges forward... calmly, but with startling speed ((roughly strength/warfare 10 or so)), wrapping an arm around the woman's neck and pressing a poisoned dagger against her throat. (And, incidentally, tipping her hood back and revealing the pointed ears of a dark elf.)
"Nobody move, or the lady dies!" The man's face, as he turns towards Spellbinder, is drawn and grey with something more than just fatigue, but his eyes shine with the light of a fanatic.
The three would-be heroes are caught entirely by surprise by the speed of their opponent... except, wait, that's not quite right. To Spellbinder's senses, there's something subtly off about the dagger the man is wielding, and, while the dark elf
looks suitably cowed, she seems to have acquired an identical dagger, held out of the Conspirator's sight...
((Translation: None of the three were expecting him to be nearly that fast, but the dark elf had pre-emptively picked his pocket and replaced the most obvious weapon with a harmless illusionary duplicate. Which... shouldn't be possible against someone with that much of a warfare advantage on her, unless maybe he's
really tired or something...))
The majority of the establishment's patrons are looking to Spellbinder for their cue, as the
Everyone Is Armed trope is in full play. They're mostly chaos rank warfare, though, and if everyone jumps the Conspirator... yeah, he'll go down to numbers, but people will die.