Clara had kept her seat casually until the smaller half-orc grabbed her new compatriot and pulled her into his lap.  She stood and bared her blade with a flourish, the iron sword flashing in the light of the tavern's light.  She narrowed her eyes at the half-orc, and she also brought up her shield, ready for a fight.<br/><br/>"Now... as I see it we have two options here." She said, staring intently at the half-orc.  "You let her go and go on your way." She said.  "Or... you lose your hands.  Your choice."  Her eyes looked over to Alexandria to see how she was handling the situation in the moment.  The orc did have a grip on her, but Clara was confident enough in her abilities, and sober enough to know her strike should be sure to get her free from the orc as long as the caster was calm.<br/><br/>She then raised a brow as one of the farm boys came over and tried to play the hero as well.  She sighed.  A drunk only would throw a wrench in the works, you never knew how one was going to react or what they were going to do.  She could only hope he would serve as a decent distraction and not get in her way.