Mysaren had opened her mouth to respond, but the man left before she could. Well, that was... interesting. Her hand was starting to cramp, so she decided she better go follow at least one of the bastards. She packed up her things and followed Alexander outside, watching Ayla. Oh, that... wasn't a good sign. Or, maybe it was. At least she was getting her anger out, and all the talk of alcohol around here was starting to give Mysaren a craving for it. Come to think of it, it had been a while since she had been to any of the pubs around here. Drinking could probably help her just... relax a bit. 

Mysaren said nothing as she watched the interaction, shuffling to the side as Ayla turned to Alexander.