Coda stared at the two, wide eyed. A terrified squeak passed through her lips as the soldier's sword sank into the chair the boy had been sitting in.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That was dangerous... Kind of cocky. That's exactly what I'd expect Syd and Dante to get up to.</span><br/><br/>She watched nervously as the soldier stormed out of the inn. The barkeep was staring at their table, looking none too pleased with the group as a whole. Time to go, then.<br/><br/>She stood quickly and practically ran around the table to get to the exit. Coda really hoped the soldier wasn't off to find some of his less-inebriated friends to exact revenge on the boy. Regardless, she didn't want to stick around and find out-- not with the impressive glare the barman was sending them. The man in question grabbed by the back of her dress and, due to her slight frame, lifted her off the ground as he pulled her back, "Not so fast, girlie. You and your group are partially responsible for this little incident-"<br/><br/>"They're not my group."<br/>"Eh?"<br/>"Sir," She amended quickly, "We aren't a party. We all just happened to be sitting at the same table. I don't even know their names."<br/>"Ehhh... Hrm..."<br/>"You could at least put her down," An older woman suggested, standing at the entrance of the kitchen with her arms crossed over her impressive bosom.<br/>"Ah! Sorry, little lady."<br/>Coda smoothed out her dress habitually, "It's alright. May I go now, please, sir?"<br/>"Did you finish your supper?"<br/>"Yes, sir."<br/>"And your ale?"<br/>"Er..."<br/>"DON'T WASTE IT! Back to the table with ya, ya little wastrel!"<br/>Coda gave another terrified squeak and headed back to the table. She sank down into her seat, pouting just a little bit. Pointing to the still entirely full mug of ale, she inquired, "Anyone want a free mug?"