Abia narrowed her eyes, the smile wiped clean from her face.<i>Rude? How am I the one rude? You were the one that coaxed my  childhood friend to burn herself in the fire. And calling the fire “My friend“ please, does he think I was born yesterday? </i>She did not voice these thoughts, but she wanted so to slap the smug face off this man.<br/><br/>Her mind was jolted away from this desire though as the fire left small, pinpoint scorch marks on her dress. She gasped and jumped before glowering at the man. Quickly brushing at the fabric, she huffed a bit at his snarky demeanor. With a growl she grabbed the coin, leaving one on the table. “I’ll get you a glass, and every one else, but I’m not giving you alcohol to throw into my fireplace. I see  even a drop of your drink touch those flames, and I will personally make sure that you clean up the mess that makes.  I don’t need any scorch marks decorating the mantle, thank you very much.“<br/><br/>With that last remark, she left the stranger’s presence and made her way to the bar. She poured a few drinks and served them to those at the counter, Sarah included, comforting her for a bit before entering the kitchen to find her “best” wine for Victor. As soon as she opened the door, however, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at the sight that greeted her. Her eyes darted between Nathan and the teenage girl tied up, then back to Nathan. “Uh....uh, I..uh.” She was at a complete loss for words as her cheeks turned the brightest red, almost glowing in its color. “What!?”<br/><br/>————————-<br/>Meanwhile, out in the tavern, the tables are all full of people as the night wears on. Most every one is drinking or dancing and chatting up a storm.<br/><br/>(!!) A table next to where Victor was sitting, the same locals who were whispering about the scene that had just taken place, continued their hushed conversation, glancing occasionally over at the pyromantic stranger.<br/><br/>(!!) At the bar, on the other end of where Sarah is sitting, two women are chatting excitedly, “I’m telling you, it’s true! I saw her at the port town west of here. She had a tail and everything! She was so beautiful.” One woman sighed as she looked off into the distance, remembering the sight as she was describing to her friend.<br/><br/>(!!) Sitting upon the stage, was an elderly man, singing his heart and soul out to an upbeat tune, though the lyrics were melancholy in nature. That didn’t stop the patrons from dancing with a jovial spirit to his voice, though. When his song was over, he took a seat at a nearby table and sighed. As the pianist continued the night with more happy songs, the singer took a rest to reflect on the meaning of the words he just sang. A sad expression crossed his face as he looked out the window, rest his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand.