Murphy nodded and let go, rapidly rushing past her and out the door, despite the slight limp of his creaky legs.  That left the rest of the silent bar, its guests deathly still.  Then, one by one, they started getting up and leaving, walking past her without a word.  Anger, anguish, hatred, disappointment, fear... each face read something different.  What she did had chased out all these good for nothings, though it was far past time to close the bar anyway.  One particular man who she recalled had been standing in the corner for hours, just gazing upon the bar, stared at her extra long as he left.  There was something off about him, something creepy...  He wasn't exactly as largely built as the warrior types, but the fact he remained covered mostly in the shadows of his long, black silk cape and wide brimmed hat hid the majority of his features from her.  All except a pair of what she thought for a moment were glowing red eyes...<br/><br/>But the image was quick to disappear as the figure left as well.