Vel reached out a steadying arm instinctively as she felt a body bump into her. Turning Vel caught Megara's eyes and paused a little stunned. Though Vel had spied the supposed client from afar she wasn't close enough to be hit with the impact of the woman's beauty and confidence. Very rarely had Vel been able to meet a woman who could look her directly in her eyes. As Vel blinked the moment was broken and she mercenary turned to leave with a small head bow, conscious of the men, friends of the first idiot, coming closer.<br/><br/>Vel was determined to not look behind at the commotion or get involved, but despite her intentions, her head turned just in time to catch something she wished she didn't. The thickening of the air confirmed that it was magic being cradled in the man's hand, and Vel paused now caught in the happenings. If Erik cried foul at the magic, there would be trouble. Just as Vel predicted Erik yelped 'magi' and Vel groaned. Quickly backtracking Vel positioned herself at the door of the tavern, her arms crossed, resigned to aborting whatever trouble came.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah, Vellen,"</strong>the first of Erik's friends said, a much bigger man whom Vel knew to be much smarter than Erik,<strong>"I just heard the most interesting thing, I could have sworn Erik just said 'magi'.</strong>The large mercenary obviously wanted to go through the door, but Vel held her ground.<br/><br/><strong>"Quite right you did,</strong>Vel conceded keeping an easy smile on her face. Erik's friend wasn't the unreasonable sort, so Vel was hoping this could be talked out,<strong>"but he was mistaken, after all, I certainly don't have magic."</strong>That was an outright lie, and all of the listening mercenaries knew it. Vel was known rather well as being gifted with magic, but her lying was as good as saying that it was her magic, and they would do best to stay out of this matter.  A tense moment went by as Vel and the other man stared at each other but eventually Erik's friend nodded slowly and turned around. Letting out a sigh of relief Vel turned from the door. Though she didn't look ruffled she was somewhat nervous of a fight breaking out - she hated dealing with brawls.<br/><br/>Now facing Megara and Ferenan, Vel was at a loss for words. She didn't want to be involved, but then got involved. She didn't like fights, and nearly started one. And she didn't like witnesses, yet there was one laying in the mud.<br/><br/><strong>"That was reckless,"</strong>Vel finally said addressing mainly Ferenan.<strong>"Erik there can still cry out about you using magic. Mercenaries only hide each others secrets."</strong>