<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #4040FF">Spirit</span></span><br/><br/>She was really starting to get the thought of leaving this job behind, but she had not done so yet and would not leave herself a record of even one failure just out of pride if nothing else. She would have to think of a way to get that watch, and if she needed to cause a scene she would. Though for now, she looked at the Dayman and his own companions just up the bar a little tiny ways before walking up to him slowly, passing the odd Bartholemew in the process as she then stood by the Dayman, arms crossed as she half glared at him. "Pullio, go watch my wolves, I need to talk to this... man."<span style="font-style: italic">This very... insane man</span>she thought to herself.<br/><br/>"Look, I have a question for you, and it is this, what the hell were you thinking when you and your friends thwacked a Barbarian on the head with your motorcycles and crazy hovering objects... because you could have gotten yourselves all killed. I am not against that from happening... but am not in the mood to kill anyone right now. Also, what in the devil's are you all doing and why is it so important?" She did not care if she interrupted a conversation or cause him to be frustrated, she was ready to beat him over the head with a rock, or dagger.