Sigmund gulped the last of his mug down as he exited the tavern. Into the rain once more, he walked up to Morglum who greeted him with questions. Not that the cleric had expected any more or less.<strong>"She told me I was playing a dangerous game,"</strong>the stench of alcahol still fresh on his breath.<strong>"Tell me; what game does a person play when they're lonely, closed off, hostile twords anyone that approaches and drowns themself in alcahol?"</strong>He turned to look back at the entrance as though it held the answer. As worked over as the door was, the woman haden't forced the building down nor had she injured anyone in the process.<strong>"It's as you said. The crowd is more of a danger than she is. She was wary of my presence, but she tolerated it enough to make conversation. I don't think she's the type to strike anyone down unless they give her cause to."</strong>He chuckled lightly at that, turning back to the captain.<strong>"Mind you annoying her might be a worthy cause in her eyes."</strong>