Rasie listened intently and chuckled softly when Zeynep smacked him. "Dwarves may be able to hold a lot of alcohol, but they still succumb to it eventually. At any rate, what do you two think about the person that came in and screamed about some type of trouble? Do we need to stick our noses in it or should we lay low for a bit?" She grasped her crossbow, just in case the others wished to do something, but she was not sure what was going on or why. To her, any trouble here was normal considering how dense the population was currently. She assumed everyone needed something done and someone had stepped on another person's toes along the way.