Vel wasn't one to approach clients first, she found that more often than not, when that occurred the mercenary didn't get nearly as much as they could have. And Vel was very in the habit of getting as much as she could from everything. She had enough experience with bad times to want to avoid it as much as possible. So the mercenary stayed in her seat and continued eating, watching intently as the first man strolled up.<br/><br/>His usual swagger was accentuated by the alcohol that he had consumed over the course of night, but that made him no less dangerous. Vel knew the man, Erik, to have an easily ignited temper as many hired swords did. He wasn't wearing armor like most of the people at<em>the Hilt,</em>but her did have a well worked leather jerkin for some protection, and of course his long sword.<br/><br/><strong>"Now now, I understand wanting to get business done, but there is no reason to bring a lady here,"</strong>Erik drunkenly drawled addressing not Megara, but Ferenen, making the first of many mistakes.<strong>"You should tuck her back in your carriage before she gets caught up in us real men,"</strong>he added lewdly raising thick brows. The heavy set man moved his hand off the hilt of his sword and attempted to reach out to the Lady Megara, making yet another, and this time much more serious, mistake.<br/><br/>Vel felt her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline as she saw the mercenary reaching out a pawing hand. She was too far away to know what the man said, but she guessed it was something similarly dumb to what he was doing. Looking around Vel noticed that quite a few people were watching as intently as she was and that was her cue. No client, no matter how rich, was worth getting into some tavern scrape. No doubt the armored man would show his displeasure and a few of Erik's buddies would get involved, and Vel wanted to be nowhere near it. Finishing off her drink and her meal Vel pushed her chair back and made for the exit, hoping to make it quietly out.