Darius held his peace until the Ogre kicked Shira out of his reach. Then he glared up at the brute. He smirked at the Ogre, his eyes flashing dangerously. It was humorous to him. Instead of speaking to the Ogre, he spoke to the woman instead and ignored the men. “He doesn't like the pretty face of a hooded man. Chin up, woman. You aren’t alone and fear only excites situations such as this and keeps a body from thinking things through properly. Breath deeply through your nose and think.” Personally he was hoping she would have it in her to get up and the intelligence to run if he got ahold of the men's attentions.<br/><br/>He looked at the men who rose up at the tables and mentally cursed himself. His next words were going to hurt his pride more than he cared to analyze, but the risk was too real in a strange town of real danger breaking out. “Lets think logically about this, gentlemen. I’m not foolish enough to run in to fight all of you if I don’t have to. But I do like to have my way. I am proposing to take one woman from you. You could all share her, I suppose. Or I could pay you to let us out of the town without harassment and you could each have a drink and a woman this evening for yourselves. Or we could fight. I will leave the choice to you intelligent men. Fight, get a few cuts and bleed a bit, and all for one woman or have a good evening without any wound licking.” As he spoke, he readied his sword in a defensive position and also made ready to get his cloak out of the way. If there was a fight with these six men, his race would be the least of his worries.<br/><br/>As they spoke, Adrian readied his bow. He also glanced at his surroundings, calculating open paths to other places. If a fight broke out, his job would be interesting in this crowd. He had to find a way to shoot only the enemies. It would be a nice challenge. For Darius’s sake, though, he hopped the men took the offer of gold, precious little that they had to spare.