Lyrisa was quaking at this point. Attention? Who wanted attention? IF she wanted attention, she would have done something completely different with her life. . . Like being a dancer. The robes she wore were seemingly useless in this backwards town and for the most part didn't seem to give her the respect she deserves. Especially not this bullshit that just happened ending with her head being petted like some. . . Some pet. Before she even had time to respond the man was out the door. There wasn't much to do then. No point in getting angry and yelling at him, when he isn't even there. "Now I've lost my appetite." She said as she stood up herself and walked out. The waitress from earlier insulted her enough anyway and there was no need to stay at a place like this where it would happen again.

Outside she found, was a bit nicer than the tavern. At least it had the sun out. There was also the man with the rapier amongst the crowd. Irritated still, she moved towards him and said, "Hey, you bastard, what makes you think you can touch me so freely?" Her arms were crossed and her face didn't look exactly friendly. . . So nothing really new. "I'm not some little animal you can just fawn over you know. Oh, and for your information, if I [i]WANTED[/i] attention, I'd have a very different way of going about it."