Star muttered something as Brea came into the tap room, but it wasn't anything important, just a general greeting of spite.  Immediately Brea felt the eyes of a set of paladins fall on her.  The smug bastards, two men and a woman, were sitting at a table in the back corner.  They stood out in the filthy tap room like a sore thumb.  Their armor, while not shining and gleaming, was clean and obviously well worn and well cared for.  The maces they wore at their hips bore the sun symbol of Pelor, the holy god of light.   But their seemed nothing holy about them, they looked almost thuggish.  The woman worst of all, with her short mannish haircut and scar along her jaw, she seemed as if she had the most to prove.  They sat without drinks or food, just taking the table as if unwilling to put the filth of Star and Kald's establishment into their bodies.<br/><br/>There were at this early hour, unfortunately very few people in the tap room, and Brea had to decide if she was going to approach them or avoid them.  Avoiding of course would almost be an admission of guilt.  She could make a break for the door... but all her coin was upstairs in her room, she hadn't thought to get her emergency money before coming down today.  She could always go fetch it, then come back down the back stairs and out the back door.  Or she could simply break for the front door... with that heavy armor they wouldn't catch her.  Of course, last night there was someone in armor across the street in the alley, they might not need to catch her, they might be waiting for her to run.<br/><br/>Thankfully the voice from the gem had stayed silent, as if it was afraid to speak.<br/>