((Listening to Flogging Molly for this one. Really gets you in the mood.))<br/><br/>The naga, having made himself known, Erma turned to see the snakelike man and cocked her head slightly. She'd grown to be generally uncaring for any particular race, as even the Forsaken death knights were dealt terrible hands among the rest of society amongst their own kind. An undead hated even by the other walking dead. It was saddening, especially since many of the death knights remained loyal to their faction affiliations with either the Horde or the Alliance. Regardless, nagas were not her first choice of drinking buddies, but Erma would deal. She would not deal with any sort of injustice from him, but it was an equal judgment on her part; none of her comrades would earn tolerance from her when it came to being a downright bastard. Given, his banner marked him as a mercenary in the first place, and so he had to learn how to bear with the bullshit of everyone else, even if he was not a part of the rest of the race's ambitions. Perhaps he and Erma would find a sort of common ground to converse on.<br/><br/>She shrugged to herself. Either way, she did not doubt that he would be more help than hindrance.<br/><br/>As Fillet, or so the gnome claimed not to be, denied Erma any sort of confirmation of her suspicions, and was then promptly struck upside the head with an aerial chair, Erma quickly twisted around to see the culprit. She could not say for sure who had thrown it, but the seat had come from a table of orcs and dwarves, and she scrunched her nose. The drunkards did nothing for anyone, save stir shit when it should have been left to itself. The fight escalated to the heights of being a mob that consisted of flying fists, furniture, bottles and bodies. Deciding that Tygrane, who'd disappeared, had a very sensible, idea, Erma tried to shove her way through the crowd to escape upstairs. She would not be granted the luxury of not having to strike anyone, for a man with a broken bottle he was attempting to use as a sort of knife had charged for her, Wordlessly, she scowled at him and raked the clawed fingers of her gauntlet over his face. He decided rather to scream in pain and flee from her than continue his sorry attempt at an assault.<br/><br/>Another hadthrwon a chair that she caught in one hand, dragging her runeblade along the groun- she most certainly did not want to be gutting anyone today, not just yet- and smashed it over the head of a worgen who had leapt for her, knocking it senseless to the floor. With only a few more forceful pushes and one well-placed, armored fist to the face of a troll, Erma had made it through the swarm of people. She passed the draenei woman and gave to her a quick warning, "<span style="color: Blue">Come, we may at least escape the mess this place has become. You most certainly don't look to be the violent type, and having one less person hurt than there should be is always a good thing,</span>" and left for the stairs. She did indeed hope the draenei would follow, for it would be a chance to have one more possible co-worker.<br/><br/>Erma had decided it would be for the best of everyone to make their way to Room 42, as they'd been told to meet Fillet at. At least Tygrane would be there, so they would have little worry of the fight coming near the room. When she'd come across the room, Erma stepped inside quietly, seeing both Tygrane and two twin sisters, both dressed scantily in little  more than a leather chest piece and pants that were equally tight. She otherwise paid them little mind as she took a seat next to Tygrane. She let her runeblade rest next to her, resting against the table, while she sat straight. She made a passing comment at Tygrane, "<span style="color: Blue">It seems we've attracted quite a menagerie of people. The naga that arrived downstairs is also looking to be hired by FIllet. I do not suppose everything will be peachy, so I warn you, if we are all hired for this and either one of you grow violent, I will more than gladly neutralize the situation. I have no wish to do so, but some amount of cooperation must be upheld.</span>" Her voice, indeed, showed that she was not entirely thrilled about having a naga amongst them herself, though with her being the tolerant one she was, would place greater value on the ability of everyone to work together than whether or not anyone was happy with having an enemy amongst their fellows.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>