"Oh for God sake..." Tamara muttered when the fighting broke out. She pulled the sword from it's sheeth and tossed it into the corner, slinging the blade over her shoulder. Turning back to Delgar, she looked at the sword on his back.<br/><br/>"Well, looks like its a little late for leaving. I hope that sword isn't just for show." She headed for the kitchen door stopping next to him. "Look, I know it's not your fight, but could you help? I can pay..." She started, but was interrupted by the door flying open. A soldier stood in the door wat with that all too familiar glint in his eyes. Tamara held up her sword defensively, her face stoic and emotionless.<br/><br/>"Sir, we don't allow patrons in the kitchen nor fights in the dining hall. I advise you to leave the Tavern and take you friends with you before I remove you forcefully."