Star looked at Brea with a loathing hatful glare.  She muttered so soft that only Brea could hear, "So eager to have my husband's greasy joint in yer filthy box ye ungrateful slut?"<br/><br/>Then louder with a sneer she answered, "You know he don't come down till fifth bell, when all the men folk get out of work and come to drink and gamble.  Don't ask stupid questions ye ungrateful child."<br/><br/>One of the paladins, across the room, stood and turned towards Star and Brea.  Star noticed him and then said to Brea, "The holy ones only drink water, too good for our ale they says.  Go out to the back and fetch some from the rain barrel, bring a kettle's worth from just below the surface, no leaves or scum from up top, and no dregs from the bottom.  Off with you slut, go go!"  She made a shooing gesture that directed Brea back to the kitchen.<br/><br/>This was Brea's chance if she wanted to escape.  She could go out the back door of the kitchen and into the alley behind the tavern.  She looked and saw that one of the male paladins was walking slowly towards her, his eyes narrowed as if he were looking for something.