Using her magic, Meirin manipulated the mead out of Alaria's mug and onto the floor. Some of it also splashed on Alaira's face, entirely accidentally, but hopefully it would also get her attention. "You didn't just "fucked up", you nearly killed us all! If it wasn't for Lyn, I would have my arms torn off and the entire caravan would either be engulfed in flames or at the bottom of the river. We didn't get by because of our skills, we got by because we got lucky. Nothing you did helped us at all. You're actually more than useless, seeing that we could have taken those bandits if you hadn't decided to be a fool and try to burn us all alive." Meirin said harshly and bluntly. She would hope that her words would get through to Alaira, but in the event that they don't, Meirin wasn't afraid to dig deeper. "I heard what you did when the demons attacked. Fought your way to the infirmary and even managed to take out a demon that no one seemed to be able to touch. But you also used up all your energy taking that one demon out, and guess what? The battle wasn't over. For all your strength, you don't even know how to use it. You throw your weight around without any discipline or skill. What if another demon had shown up? You fought so hard to kill just one, and another one shows up in it's place after you wasted all your energy. You tried so hard, but fell short because you didn't act smart. And the only reason you survived back than was because of luck too. Well no more."

Meirin never raised her voice or even moved from her spot, but somehow she seemed to increase her presence. There was still chatter in the room, but quite a few of the patrons were looking at her now. "This is an order Alaira. Next time you listen to me, Darius, or Ssarak before you do anything, even draw your weapon. If you can't do that, go back to the college. You're not fit to protect anyone. Not this caravan, not yourself, and least of all Lyn. She isn't even suppose to be here, but has done more to save the caravan than you have."