Abia sniffed once more, taking in a deep breath and letting it out shakily before nodding her head and getting up. Her face looked like it always had, though there was a slight pink to her cheeks and eyes now. She caught sight of Zataire fixing her tavern and she felt the residual anger from before.<br/><br/>Before letting the man lead her to the inn, she walked right up to the boy first and grabbed the back of his shirt in the middle of his frenzied repairs, and pulled him back. She roughly turned him around and pushed him against a part of the wall that was no longer broken and stared him dead in the eye. With the sternest of expressions, and in the quietest of voices, she took on a threatening tone, “when you’ve finished, I want you to-.....” her next word was going to be ‘leave’ but she hesitated. Something told her that would not make things better for him. With an aggravated sigh, she continued, “clean up the rest of the mess that woman made.” She gestured to the shambles that was once her tavern tables and chairs and bar. “If I ever,<i>ever</i>, see her again,” her threatening tone returned, “you are to leave and stay away from this town. And I never want to see you, or her, again. Is that clear?” She couldn’t very well leave him completely off the hook. It was clear he was the one that brought her here, but if he’s trying to escape her, or keep his distance, or whatever the reason, she wasn’t about to leave him high and dry on the streets. That’s not what this tavern is about. That’s not what she’s about. But she’s not so easy as to give him a third chance should the threat of destruction rear its ugly head back into her business. “Is it?” She repeated the question, adding emphasis to her displeasure towards the new tenant.