Ravio plunks down a good few coins to cover the meal and drinks, happy with the meal, the mushroom spirits was excellent, and that year hardly made you go blind at all! And Stew was always better the day after, all the flavors had a chance to blend even more.. Waiting for the mood, she watched the people entering the tavern, leering at each of the girls openly with a wicked little grin on her face...<br/><br/>But that changes at the mutter of "Freak"... She turns slowly in her seat, eyes wide and blood shot as she scans the room, looking for the source of the insult, a little froth of foam beginning to boil at the corners of her mouth.. Which is Never a good sign.. Though it stops at the mention of Cannons, she blinks and shudders a moment before getting a confused look "Wait.. Rats.. With cannons..? I HAVE to see this.. Are they Big cannons, Little cannons..? I MUST HAVE THE CANNONS!!" She roared pulling the battle axes from her back and charging towards the direction the boy came running from!