The excessively dramatic entrance of the demons rather interrupted the good mood of the music. Since Awinita had been standing to sing, she was facing the door and was able to frown at them for ruining the good time. Of course what could one expect of demons. They didn't look happy, but no one did now. The poor innkeeper.<br/><br/>Following the smaller demon's pointing finger to the man she'd been sitting beside, she arched her eyebrows. Stealing from demons? That was rather... daring? Or did she mean insane? She watched the man face the two demons and tapped her fingers against her thigh. Her movement was a subtle one, her loose tunic hiding that it was anything more than jitters.<br/><br/>Motion caught her eye and she turned her face slightly to see a drawn bow. Rather interesting place for it. If a good shot, the lady might be fine in the inn, but once her arrow was noticed there was no space to run. Her own bow stayed firmly on her back. She stepped slowly away from Morys, as if disassociating herself and trying not to draw attention doing so. Now her fingers hooked lazily by a special pouch. There, not easy for the demons to look at her and the man at once, and she was away from the lady's line of fire. She couldn't be helpful if she was dead after all, could she?