Lydia
The mighty roar of scalding pain from the brute startled Leanna and she slipped off of her own stool as Banderwalls careened backwards. It was not the first time she had witnessed a brawl at the Siren's Song and everyone reacted in a rehearsed fashion. 

Leanna watched as men joined the fray of flying fists in acts to avenge their spilled ale. Tables, chairs, mugs, all flew through the air. Taunts and challenges filled the room and she cursed herself for being less subtle than she had planned. The dance of drunkards continued throughout the tavern floor and the amber eyed girl watched as the tide of brawling sailors broiled away from her. 

As the bar staff ducked and took shelter, Leanna tossed a few coins on the table and reached over the bar for a corked bottle. The slugfest would subside. Drunks usually tired quickly, and she took the opportunity to disappear up the tavern stairs to her room. 

In the long hallway, she pulled out her key and began looking for right number.
Pamela
She didn't make it more than halfway up the creaking wooden staircase when Banderwalls pointed one stubby finger in her direction. "She's the one who started all this! Pouring her stew on me!" The big man got punched in the mouth and mired deeper into the brawl as a result of taking the time to say it, but the effect highlighted her regardless, and some others *Did* Take notice of the young woman trying to creep up the stairs and out of sight of the fray. No less than three disreputable sailors turned and began creeping up the stairs after her, and at least two of them shared lewd grins that bespoke of nefariously ill intent. 

Tarias had already been tracking Leanna and was a step ahead of even the first of the men, and at first it was clear that they mistook him as joining them in their dark intentions, but after gaining a position several steps up, the lean half-elf spun, swinging a booted foot out in a wide spin that caught the leading pirate at the corner of his jaw and threw him backwards with a groan into the arms of his comrades. This was only a temporary delay, but it was hopefully enough. In a dash, Tarias ran up the stairs following Leanna.

Seeing her with key in hand searching for a room, he shook his head as he came toward her in a hurry. He might have looked as any of the others, but he was shaking his head in answer as he came. "There's no time for that," He told her in a lilting, almost song-like voice, then nodded to the window at the end of the hall. "Out, to the roof, and we can drop down to the street below." 

The window he referenced was dirty but it offered a limited view of a small, darkening alley behind the tavern, and the two halves of the window both had handles to open and push out which would allow them to make a quick exit— and perhaps hide their path if they hurried, though it would mean leaving her paid-for room behind for now.
Lydia
Leanna heard the stamping of feet up the wooden stairs. *Shit. She thought.* She grasped at the key when the slim silver-haired sailor appeared. She looked him up and down and grabbed for the topaz studded daggers on either side of her hips. But the odds changed when three louts followed him. Now she felt fear in her stomach that swirled around her insides. 

Then a surprise. A swinging high kick sent the three bigger men stumbling and falling down the stairs. Time. Time was of the essence now.

"The roof?" Leanna was puzzled and unsure of the new face. She was positive she had seen him sitting with the other pirates and she was unsure if she could trust him. 

"HE DID WHAT!?!?" A roar from Banderwall sent Leanna head first out of the window. She balanced on the ledge with heeled leather boots and wiggled over to leave space for her new companion. 

She waited a moment to assess and then fell straight down onto an awning and rolled off. She landed on her feet and dusted the mud off her cloak. When the man dropped down and followed him as they weaved through the streets.

When they had stopped for breath, Leanna Lay her head against a nearby wall and breathed deeply. "Did we lose them?" She panted.
Pamela
Tarias was right behind her once the young woman climbed out the window onto the small awning below, pausing at the verge only briefly to glance back at the now even larger group appearing at the opposite end of the short hallway. Their chance at slipping away unnoticed was gone, but it gave him some minor satisfaction when he was able grin spare them a wry grin before slamming the windows shut and dropping down to the patio below.

They ran. Hull street which was the major artery between the market, wharves, and the city itself was still busy enough to lose themselves in, but it didn't take long for the unruly crew of angry pirates to begin issuing out into the wide avenue in a now nearly-frantic search for them, but where they were confused and uncertain, Leanna and Tarias was united and determined on a single purpose: flight. 

In the darkened shadows of an alley somewhere past the warehouses but not quite into the slums, they paused to catch their breath. The half-elf paused before answering Leanna's question, leaning over with his hands on his knees, listening to the sounds of their new environment to ensure he no longer heard the shouts of their pursuers before breathlessly nodding in agreement. "I think so," He offered with a small, forced smile. 

It took a few moments more before he was able to continue further. "My apologies," He began as he straightened, inclining his head toward her. "Some of those men were my former crewmates. I'm not sure what got into Banderwalls tonight. He's usually not so determined."