Ferenan did not like the idea of his lords daughter choosing a new bodyguard in such a dump.  This place as a sty.  Filth littered the establishment, most drunk off their arses and uneducated to know their manners around a a noble woman such as Megara.  Still he knew that these would be this would be the cheapest place to find a sword for hire, though the money they would pay for one here would also most likely and sadly mean his lack of skill.<br/><br/>Walking through the pub, Ferenan could feel all the eyes turn on to Megara.  Ferenan counted seventeen heads in the room, gauged their worth by look and none looked worth the time.  Considering he trained all of the guards back at manor these men would stand little if no chance even against him unarmed.  Though he would like to avoid a fight tonight if at all possible, but with how Megara was he figured their will be some sort of trouble.<br/><br/>Taking point leading Megara through the establishment, stopping at the insults of the larger man.  He watched Meg pull her dagger from its sheath and placed it against the mans flesh, shaking his head he knew the problems had only just begun.  Meg walked by the man, only to have him turn on his heel attempting to grab her again.  Ferenan quickly reacted instantly, his armored left hand grasping the back of the mans shit yanking him off balance.<br/><br/><strong>"I would think you would know how to act around a lady, but I guess I was wrong to give you that much credit."</strong>Ferenan said, his right hand grasping the mans belt as he began to forcefully remove him from the tavern.  Ferenan could finish this properly outside with no witnesses.<br/><br/>Pushing the man to the mud with little effort Ferenan looked down at the man,<strong>"Sir, I advise you to get up after I leave.  I would hate to scatter your limbs along the woods."  He said to the now mud covered man.  Ferenan's left hand laid at his side, lightning crackling in his palm, a threat of death for the man.   </strong>