Eyja smiled at Saryxes words. „I can show you around town if you like. And I‘m sure there are a few people here who offer work.“ Then Mara spoke and the witch listened with interest. Yes, she had heard of the shop. A few of her customers frequented it as well. However her attention got drawn to a strange looking fellow drinking from a ketchup bottle. Then, all of a sudden a lot of things happened:

Though she was sitting there, witnessing the scene of a man jumping up and proclaiming a task for all to manage at their leasure, promissing something money and knowledge. This all felt surreal to Eyja and she found herself dumfundedly gaping at the man attempting to leave the bar. The next moment a  . . . skeleton? . . . appeared and magic seemed to be cast. Her head started to spin. She wasn‘t used to this kind of stress and though she was capable of using her magic to defend herself she‘d rather not have to. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Saryx tensen and Mara was suddenly gone all togetehr! No, wait, she was at the door. What was happening? Why was everyone so agiteted?

With a shaking hand she reached out for Saryx. „I‘m sorry . . . I‘m not feeling too well. Please, are we in some sort of danger?“ Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at her new found aquaintance. Eyja had never been in danger before and she now realized that her body was dealing with the stress by making her dizzy and unfocused. Was this what they called the paralysis of fear? Perhaps . . . 
She clutched her amulet and forced herself to follow the scene unroling before her. She had nothing to do with this an yet she couldn‘t just leave - not only because tehy were blocking the door. If she just left . . . what ahrm might come to her in reataliation for abandoning others? No! That was not a path she was choosing to take.