"Plue," Phoebe corrected, following Martha where she had indicated. The woman shrugged, nodding her heads towards her back. There you would see a very large sword strapped there. It looked far too large for someone as small as the redhead to be carrying, yet here she was, walking as if it weighed nothing at all, "I can just sorta cut space with this sword, I guess? Its something to do with the powerful magic connected to this sword. I didn't stay around long enough to really learn the details."

As they walked along the road, she heard a loud racket coming from the bar. Probably just a random bar fight. However... call it instinct or maybe slight paranoia, but she had an inkling of a feeling Plue just might be involved. Why did she always get pulled into these messes? Biting her lip, she contemplated if it was really worth the trouble. He might not even be in there? 

...

[i]Ugh, dammit,[/i] she couldn't just leave without checking first. "I'm going in," She told her companion as she began to head toward the salon, "You can stay out here if you want, I'll just be a sec."