She nodded her head, though she didn’t feel quite right letting one of her patrons clean up the mess she made, even if the guy was annoying. Before they could take their leave, though, she heard the commotion, and went running. Her tavern is her only home, and that crash sounded much more destructive than a simple bar fight. But who else was there? Everybody else had gone home for the night. Flying down the stairs, she saw that Nathan had beat her to the punch as soon as her foot hit the landing. Her body froze in shock at the sight of the gaping hole in her wall.<br/><br/>“........” her mouth gaped open ever so slightly with her eyes wide, glistening in disbelief as tears threatened to fall. For a few moments, she could only stare, something smaller than a few squeaks passed her throat, unable to form words. What had happened!?!!<br/><br/>That’s when her eyes followed Nathan and heard him speaking to someone, and in her sight was that of the woman. Just as quickly as she ran down the stairs, her face switched from one of shock and depression to one of pure fury. With a growl she stomped up to the hole, shoving past the ex-Hunter/soldier/whatever, and bellowed out with a rage unlike anything ever heard in her tavern, “HOW DARE YOU!? WHO IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!! THIS IS MY HOME AND YOU BLOW A HOLE IN IT!?!?!?? YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF NOW OR THERE<i>WILL</i>BE HELL TO PAY!!” Her lower class accent heavy in her empassioned yelling as fire burned in her eyes.