<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/50/d7/1a/50d71a11f48e22255fd9d592f763aa35.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Niamh Deasún</strong></div></div>Wooden chair ready to be brandished for her defense she found herself abruptly joined by the auburn haired male who had been bringing chaos to a fever pitch by way of his staff he laid about with considerable skill. Indeed, the man was able to take care of two of the men moving toward her before addressing her by a title that might have gotten a protest on another eve. Instead she had only started to part her lips when he grasped her arm and began to urge her toward the door with a smirk on his lips. Under different circumstances she might have flirted with a bookish man who could smirk like that, yet he had guided them out into the pouring rain that while not freezing due to it being a summer rain was still cool enough and wet enough to keep her from attempting such.<br/><br/>That and the pounding ache in her face from that right hook. Gasping as the rain hit her skin for the first time she followed him across the wide span of the inn's courtyard and out into the forest that edged close. Among the trees he seemed more at ease, and when he offered her his cloak she accepted it with a rueful quirk of her lips for she was already rather soaked. Still, he was clearly wanting to be a gentleman and another layer to ward off the chill was no bad thing.<br/><br/>"I'm a far sight better than I would have been had you not interrupted their plans." Niamh made a disgruntled face only to have her breath catch on a whimper as doing so tugged at her bruising eye. Reaching up the bard touched the skin gingerly, sighing. "That bastard had a mean right hook. If my mother could see me now I'd be sure to get a lecture, but that's part of the delight of being away from one's parents. Aunt Regina would insist I spend extra hours training with her, meaning getting bruised by her until I could block that sort of thing. But it's hard to keep up training when you are on the road alone, I...."<br/><br/>Whatever she was going to say about her 'Aunt', who was truly Regina Sanji, a famous swordswoman, was cut off by the sudden appearance of the other male, this one with horns and the scent of. Was that beer? Well, at least it was raining. The demon's disgruntlement about the quality of the vintage summoned a bubbling of laughter to her lips, eyes dancing even as the male complimented her. Niamh inclined her head, one hand lifting up and out Adan's cloak in the manner of a skirt in a curtsy.<br/><br/>" Close minds should never be tolerated, and stories have a transformative power. Though I suppose one has to be willing to listen, and they decidedly were not. You two clearly didn't need the defense, so I suppose I should apologize for disrupting your evening." The raven haired woman turned back toward the now faint lights of the inn, nibbling her lower lip thoughtfully. "Now the quandary is how to fetch my things from the room I rented before those oafs seize them. And my horse."