Riane Teamora nodded. "Everyone has had to learn since the Hold fell. Or become a victem." The mixed blood shook her head slightly. "It might have been better if the Hold hadn't done what it did. Past regrets of a centry." She waved her hand in a gesture of regret and reluctant acceptance. "Oh well, we have to live with what's now."<br/><br/>The woman's smile, she noted, was very pretty, and nicely filling her tavern maid's dress. Raine glanced at her own thin form. Shapeless under her cloak and robes, but much more slender and slight than either the singing bard and her serving wench sister. She opened her mouth to ask about her meal when the man burst back into the tavern and blurted out his news.<br/><br/>Inside Raine Teamora cursed. Damn it! She was going to miss out on a meal! She pushed her anger aside. "What happens here when the town is threatened?" She didn't call it a city, since she'd been in cities large enough to -be- cinties. Several had been over 100,000 people. Massive sprawls of civilized stone wilderness. Over all, she did prefer the smaller places if she could find a place to recieve her without or lesser prejudice. Quickly Raine Teamora tugged the woman's sleeve. "What happens when the town is attacked? where do you go?"