What a grave mistake that was. Turning one's back on another without so much as a word is never a good idea, especially in a place where a man had been crowned mercilessly mere moments ago. Nariana let him go; he was sure to get himself killed by pissing off another patron.

Instead, she found herself far more interested in what the pork peasant was promulgating. That soldier, a vampire? Nariana guessed it made a bit of sense. That empire was so full of bloodsuckers that it was only logical that a soldier would be one as well. Nariana wanted to help the commoner end the vampire, but with all the word of fire and burning, she decided against it. She assured herself that the villager could handle things himself.

Suddenly, foodstuffs furiously flew across the room, followed by a witch with word of a wounded dragon. [i]I guess it's time to face the fire,[/i] Nariana thought. [i]I can always slip into the forest if things get too hot.[/i] Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man she'd addressed earlier skittering for his bag, obviously in a hurry to leave. [i]Disrespectful and cowardly to a fault, I see. Perhaps he should be educated.[/i]

As Darmariq stormed toward the door he took a solid hit in the side as Nariana seemingly attempted to walk [i]through[/i] him. Two hands immediately grabbed his shoulders to steady him, while behind him the muted jingle of a coin pouch hitting the ground rang out behind him. "My, my, I hadn't seen you there! I'm afraid cowards like you are beneath my notice. Now scurry away so you don't get in my way again."