Beauregard followed the men with Viana who was being shoved into the seedy bar by at least four assailants who were fuming with the rough smell of cheap alcohol as he shadowed them in the busy street.   Beauregard had a slight limp from his older war injuries but he wasn’t a slouch for it and would see to it that this situation was going to be resolved before anything bad would happen to her --- if that was the case, for all he knew, it could be some over-staged theatrical trick of hers that went wrong --- and he wouldn’t be too surprised either due to her  provocative nature at times.<br/><br/><br/>Beauregard made his way up to the window and peered over to see what was going on and found the men were already expressing their vulgarities upon her with one even attempting to rip the lace binding to her bodice and upper blouse.  The situation had already escalated as Viana had managed to get some distance from them and was brandishing a knife.<br/><br/>“Alright…”  he said with a sigh, “Here I go again to pull out this infernal woman that continues to be a thorn in my side…”<br/><br/><i>With his left hand on the pommel of his rapier, Beauregard walked through the door. </i><br/><br/>It was a typical bar but  One Eyed Fayed's had nothing to do with class yet  had everything to do with its wretched customers, mostly drunks and those persons whom couldn’t afford the prices of the more established places that not only sold spirits and wines from reputable sources, but one could also not worry that the meat they were being served didn’t match  the description --- except for  One Eyed Fayeds where rumor had it, that the cook, One Eyed Fayed, used a rat and mouse substitution for his so called  “ Steaks”  and  “ slices of ham” to cut the cost of rising meat prices.   One Eyed Fayed's was also a hooker hangout where they would congregate, “<i>freshen up</i>” and get their concoction known in the street “Red Penny’s Ale”,   a real rich stout with herbs and spices acting as a natural antibiotic and germ cleanse during a hard shift’s work amongst the town’s brutish customers.  There weren’t too many people inside except for a low burning fire in its soot heavy hearth with a matted carpet and two shabby chairs that displayed their rickety silhouettes against off-grey colored floor boards.   The main bar itself was just as run down as the interior with dents, chips, and the occasional  flaking of its poorly varnished counter top that had been<b>a</b>witness to the most horrendous  acts of abuse, neglect, and violence the town could ever hope to see in a lifetime.   There were a few tables and chairs but some with legs that have been warped and others suffering from long established cup ring stamps, the result of the bar’s non-existent staff cleaning around as they should --- it is quick to note to the reader that the second floor to  One Eyed Fayed's  was in shambles of another nature as it was a cheap way to traffic patrons of the whores for a quick run-through for the least coin possible.<br/><br/>Fayed was cleaning a large mug when Beauregard walked in and from his only green eye,  gave a side glance to the four who had pinned Viana in a corner.<br/><br/>“I told you blasted idiots that she was no whore --- and now you’re going to have to deal with that knave over there!”  He said pointing towards Beauregard whom was assessing the situation.<br/><br/>“And I’m telling you this one is a whore!” spat Gulligan.<br/><br/>Beauregard stepped around the humid tavern and eyed the four thugs who had turned their attention to him suffice the other two that were still holding her down.<br/><br/>“Gentleman…gentleman…”  Beauregard began to address them, “I was merely walking in as a concerned citizen of this wonderful kingdom of ours.  Who you have there is not what you  would want to dip your manly wonders into this night or any another night for that matter because she most certainly has the Florinza,”<br/><br/>“What the fuck is the Florinza?”  Asked one with a heavy low-town accent, his nails were caked in dirt and grime and probably hadn’t  met a bath yet in nearly 10 days.  “I’ve never heard nay a mouse’s squeak about no Florinza, sounds like some shite you just spouted from yer mouth bard!”<br/><br/>“ Oh no sir ---,”  Beauregard said approaching the group, “  You haven’t seen the effects  of  Flrorinza because it is not only invisible by the naked eye --- you would only know when you caught it after you’ve dipped into the poison peach of your supposed carnal appetite.”  He continued, “This one here --- Mmmmm. You all are taking your lives into your own hands. Most likely she was even turned away from the Galloping Snatch.  So what were you going to do whore?  Pretend that you were a stage actor to get around the fact? Hmmm?”   He said while looking into Viana's  eyes --- she was visibly getting red in the face with anger for such a blatant and extremely demeaning accusation though hopefully, in his mind, she was quick enough to keep pace with his severely winged plan that wasn’t really a plan at all besides going at it upon the seat of his pants.<br/><br/>“Gulligan Jreggor…Malfern Phys…Ghirlandio Befanzo…and Crephin Coy  Yes? I know all of your names and where you reside from.  Gentleman --- there are far easier means to get your plow on if you know what I mean.  I do believe there’s a Wentersday special going on at Colbert’s Square --- they say the Lady Peyton is auctioning off her prized Elfen sweet tarts for some lucky luxury.  I imagine between the four of you…you could probably manage to grab one for your….ehhhh…. late night escapades amongst your carrion selves.  It would certainly be a far better fate than catching the dreaded Florinza…from… whoever this woman is.  Does anyone even know what her name could be?  Would you dip your mouths into a bottle of rum without a label ---<i>don’t answer that last question</i>.  We know already.”<br/><br/><br/>The group suddenly became silent and it was evident within their bewilivered minds that Breguard’s speech was allowing them to attempt to light one mental candle in hopes of coming to some conclusion, something that was hopefully to both himself and Viana’s benefit.<br/><br/>“Well I certainly don’t want to catch this FLorintine…,”said the one called Malfrin.<br/><br/>“Yeah your right --- fuck all this cheap whore business…I think I do have a few coins to put in that raffle in Colbert’s Square,”<br/><br/>“I’ve got 2 coins me self” said the other.<br/><br/>“You’ve sold me you bard-shite,” the one with his hardest grip on a knife, “But I’m taking this whore with me if she’s infected with some strange disease and turn her into to the --,”<br/><br/>“<i>No need…no need</i>…..”  Beauregard assured the one called Gulligan, “You gentleman should be on your way to your distinguished destinations…I’ll insure this one is put in the right direction,”<br/><br/><br/>Beauregard then stepped in and took Viana with a firm hand, bringing her towards him while getting a good distance between them and  the street thugs.<i>Beauregard had slid a second weapon from another scabbard from his belt and Viana would most likely felt the handle and blade in her right hand.  </i><br/><br/>“I hope your blade skills haven’t rusted while you were busy being a literary terrorist,”  Breguard whispered in her ear, “Hopefully we won’t have to fight out of this one…”<br/><br/><i>The one that was the most rough turned to the two of them and scratched his snarled face. </i><br/><br/><br/><br/>“You two seem reaaaaal comfortable together to me,” Crephen said, “ Boys I do believe we’ve just been duped by this bard-shite,” he said with a fit of sudden anger as he pulled out his own knife.   “I’m going to have myself a dead poet and then take his whore for the plowin' ”<br/><br/><br/>“Well that didn’t go to well did it…”  Beauregard remarked as he drew his King’s Rapier, the blade in its sharpest element and had been well taken care of with the flickering light dancing off its polished edge.