Sarah was nursing her drink as she watched the scene unfold, escalating from a pleasant night to one of discord. When Victor sat beside her, she gave him a small smile. Her mind went back to what had almost happened by the fireplace and how Abia had stopped it. Normally, she would be against the idea of going anywhere alone with him, but it didn’t seem much safer inside either. She hummed a bit in thought and decided to offer an alternative, “why not we just head out the front door for some fresh air. We can still look at the stars, and we won’t have to worry about breaking our necks.” She smiled and laughed a bit, trying to be as accommodating as possible without being too trusting. But before they could move, something new drew her attention away from her drink.<br/><br/>Due to Victor’s antics, the whole bar became a raucous crowd of angry yelling. Abia thanked her lucky stars that the stable was a small walk away so nobody could get their hands on some pitchforks. With a growl and an eye roll, she stepped away from the group and took one large step onto a nearby barstool, the next step onto the bar, her boots clomping loudly as soon as it made contact with the counter. Sucking in a deep breath, her fingers came to her mouth as she blew through them, forcing a loud high-pitched whistle that caused everybody to shift their focus from the thief to her. “EVERYBODY SHUT IT!” She bellowed out, forcing all the threats, all the insults spewing from the patrons, to silence.<br/><br/>“You!” She pointed her finger at Renard, “get out of my bar and do not come back! The rest of you, go back to your own business! You all have drinks to drink and songs to sing and dances to dance while you are in here. You want to turn into an angry mob, you can get the hell out of here, too!” She chided everybody as she gestured towards the front door, all who wished to use it were welcome to. Most of everybody went back to what they had been doing before, whispering and gossiping a bit about what had just happened, but most simply picked up where they left off in their previous conversations and merriment.<br/><br/>Some weren’t too happy with the “master” thief still, a few men of varying skills, in weaponry, hand to hand combat, magics, etc, and masteries of their own making, who pride themselves, not in their exceptional abilities, but in their humility and wisdom to know when not to use them. Some situations, however, can and do call for it. They kept close by, not making a ruckus, but watched and waited, prepared to do whatever was needed.<br/><br/>With a deep inhale and a slow exhale through her nose, Abia sighed in relief to see just about everybody go back to what they were doing. She didn’t get off the bar right away, choosing instead to sit down on it, her feet dangling over the edge. She looked over to see a few feet from where she rested that Victor had sat with Sarah again. She pursed her lips, but there was no fire nearby them, so for now she was okay with it. “So...what are you two up to?” She asked, genuinely curious and also looking for a distraction from her pounding heart.