Right as the dagger plunged into the thick pine wood of the table, instinctively Nariah reacted grasping at her side, only to feel nothing but the cold iron plates of her tassets at her hips and not the sharp steel head of her war axe, just now realizing she left it over by the door with the rest of her armaments.  [i]Dammit all...[/i]  She muttered in her head before turning to the fiery haired lass leering down at her with eyes, eyes that seemed to reflect a longing to be elsewhere but here.  [b]"Quite a nice blade ye got there, lass.  A wee bit brave ye are showing it to us as well."[/b]  Nariah laughed heartily, but consider the girl lucky she didn't have any of her blades by her side, otherwise the poor tavern wench would be mopping up more than spilled mead.  [b]"Aye.  I suppose ye too have received one of these fine letters.  My bet every damn sellsword and spellcaster probably got one."[/b]  And just as she could tell the stuffy elf was a spellcaster and the brawny bloke to her side was a monk, Nariah could tell right off the bat who this new arrival was,  [b]"So I see yer one of them sneak thiefs, eh?  Better not be stealing any of me own coins.  Hate to harm that pretty face of yers, lass."[/b]  Jesting she smiled and plucked the dagger out of the table setting it aside, watching as the flustered barkeep returned with the girl's mead and eyed her hesitantly before scurrying off.