Alastrina swallowed then stood up straighter, keeping a hand to her sword hilt for now. If the rest joined in, they could potentially take the three of them on. But if they all backed out..."May we help you, gentlemen?"

"A fight!" Gabs said with a grin. It got wider as three men stepped their way, drawn by the one guy dropping his drink.

"Oh, I wanna help you," Gabs replied, stepping up next to Alastrina, already cracking her fingers. "I haven't had a good scuffle in weeks since they let me outta the stockade. Sorry, can't guarantee ya I won't tear your arms off to beat you with, hope you tattooed your names on 'em, they get hard ta sort out afterwards."

"But hey, I'll let you have the first punch!" she added, barely suppressing her bloodlust. If they struck first, it became self-defense. Maybe some of that reading was worth it.

"Didn't ya here?" The one at the front croaks in reply. "This 'ere belongs to the Timbermaw guild now. Out with ya unless ya want trouble!"
His stocky friend to the side chuckles. "Run along little messengers."
Almost as one, they take a menacing step closer.

Galen's our burst was not yet over, his breath momentarily taken by the shock of the situation. Old Al was tugging at his fine clothes trying to sit the infuriated noble down to no avail.

"Huh?" Gabs paused, looking at them doubtfully. "So if this place starts losing money, they're going to take out out of your pay?"

"So like throwing all these people out who's been paying for their ale and beer," she added, waving around at the other regulars, "zf they ain't drinkin' here, that's gonna cost them money, right? So you're paying for all those people who won't be payin', anymore?"

"Boy, did they see you guys coming," she grins, smashing her fist down on a small tabletop, the empty wine bottle being used as a candle holder smashing to the rush-strewn floor, which began to smolder and smoke, "Heaven forbid that something should break."

Alastrina looked askance at her, outspoken companion. Were such lengths truly necessary? Still, she stepped up beside her, sword hand still on the hilt. "I believe it would be up to the bar proprietor to kick us out, not you. And if he truly doesn't want our coin for his establishment, then he can tell us himself. If he would still like us as his patrons, I rather think he'd be offended at you for chasing away his customers and taking matters into your own hands. As my companion so, bluntly, put it."