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Alula had wished she hadn't decided to peek out from under her hat again, because what she saw disgusted her. It wasn't the blood that truly bothered her, blood was just blood after all. But it was the context everything was it. Pure rage and no reason. Neither of these men, the barkeep or the man who returned her hat, had any reason to be fighting. They should have just left the bar in the first place and that was exactly what Alula decided to do. She moved swiftly pass the half-elf, muttering in a strange voice.

"The glory of pride is never quite worth the cost of blood."


Once outside she felt immediately relieved. Maybe it was the fresh air or the natural light. She tugged the brim of her hat down over her eyes, waiting for the others to exit.
All this violence is stressing Alula out.
Things in the tavern seemed to be heating up. The yelling fest between the barkeep and several of the people, people she was at least slightly acquainted with, continued to grow to the point where Alula was beginning to feel anxious again. She didn't want anyone getting in trouble. She allowed herself to peek out from under the cloth. The half-elf now had a cape, the woman was flirting with the barkeep and the paladin looked almost as red as the sun. Suddenly she was being tapped on the shoulder, a wave of flame passing under her skin. And her hat was being pressed into her hand.

She felt the iron heaviness in her gut loosen slighted when she was reunited with her hat. She placed the hat atop her head where it belonged, but kept the cloth in her hands, perhaps not quite ready to part with one of the first physical gifts she had ever received. She was about to timidly thank the man, when she watched him walk right up to the barkeep and attempt to sock him right in the face, only to recieve a bloody hand.

Alula let out a shiver, they were in big trouble now. She gripped the cloth in her hands anxiously.
Alula would blind him, but she would rather nap
Alula had stayed with her hands over her eyes for a few moments, not noticing as the half-elf stood up. She had far too busy panicking about what had just happened, what she could have done. She felt like hyperventilating and running, but her body was frozen. She could feel the entire bar staring at her, and she felt the need to fall back to the floor and hide. What happened next surprised her. She expected the man to run away, many had before, but instead she felt something being placed over her head. It wasn't her hat, but a piece of cloth. He was helping her hide her face. She again felt a lose for words at his kindness.

She uttered a soft and slurred "Thank...you." From under the cloth.

More gentle touches, this time from the man in the armor. She winced, bracing herself for the burn that she knew was coming, but she never felt the pain. That was new. Even his words held a kindness that was foreign to Alula. She could hear the paladin calling the barkeep out on his actions, but his words felt far away and faded.
If alula's hat is missing im blaming the barkeep
The barkeep is ruining the moment what a jerk
Vis you are so suave
Get ready for some drama in the tavern
Alula was not sure what had happened, but she was currently on the ground. Only moments ago she had gotten out of her seat, with the intent of walking over to the paladin and thanking him for escorting her to the bar and then leaving. She had cooled down enough to feel like it was time for her to leave town, she had had enough of strangers and confusion for the day. And once it came nightfall she knew she needed to be away from others. But she never made it to the table where he was sitting

Because now she was on the floor. Someone the two of them, with their uncertain steps, collided. It would have been easy to knock Alula off her feet, she already has enough trouble walking with her limp. As soon as the half-elf and Alula collided it was as if someone sent embers through her veins, it burned. Under normal circumstances someone would probably get up and apologize for being so careless.

But Alula was not a normal circumstance.

With a growl Alula leapt to her feet, all traces of sluggishness and cripples gone, and pointed her staff dangerously close to Vis. She hat remained on the floor, her white hair brightly glowing and matching her illuminated eyes. The dislocated and warped voice again spoke through Alula in a threatening and hostile tone.

"HOW DARE YOU HARM HER!"

She raised her staff above her head, as if ready to strike the half-elf with it, but she suddenly stopped when a voice spoke to her.

"The man means her no danger, it was an accident."

As if a light switch had been hit, Alula stopped glowing. Her expression looked shocked and scared. She dropped her staff to the floor with a heavy clunk, and reached up to pull down the brim of her hat, only to realize it wasn't there. She instead covered her eyes with her hands, not sure how to react.
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