He snorted. "Plenty," he replied... then spent a few moments going over the dead men, and taking their coin purses - pitifully small, but likely enough to pay for drinks.<br/><br/>"This way," he said, stomping off through the streets. She'd hear the tavern before the lights streaming out its broken-out front window were visible, a raucous, noisy place, judging from the raised voices within, alternating between shouting and cheering at regular intervals. Poorly played music twanged from inside, though as the minotaur pushed his way in, ducking to avoid hitting the doorframe, she'd notice the sound dying down - especially when she moved into view. The music stopped, the voices quieted, and every head in the place turned to look at her.<br/><br/>The clientele was almost exclusively male, and all of them looked rough - much like the men who'd tried to ambush her in the alley, though these people looked drunk, too. She would notice, however, that none moved to accost her... the blood splattered all over her, and him, likely made it obvious they weren't to be trifled with.