Megara had been glancing around the tavern with a critical eye, knowing some things of bodyguards and of war.  Her eyes flickered as the first approached, his voice slurred and his step staggered.  One of her elegant brows raised, and she reached into the folds of her brocaded dress, pulling a small dagger from them.  She stepped forward and to the left, sliding the blade up his thigh to rest against his groin.<strong>"At least I know you are not one of the ones I will want in my house, Sir,"</strong>Megara said with soft anger, her eyes flashing from under the edge of her hood.<br/><br/>She shoved him back, stepping closer to the man at her side to wrap her hand around Ferenan's arm.<strong>"You are right.  We will return and tell Father there were no suitable bodyguards here,"</strong>The woman said, releasing his arm- trusting him to follow her from the tavern.  Turning and heading towards the exit, she found her path block.  She bumped into someone there, catching herself before she fell.<strong>"Excuse me,"</strong>She murmured, lifting her head to look at the man she had run into.