Garashna stopped dead in her tracks and scratched her head as the elf called out in pain. Even through the mayhem around her, she could plainly see that Reya was pulling a fast one, the snap didn't sound like bone at all and besides, no-one had been near her at the time.<br/>She gave the girl a sly grin as she followed Ilene towards the chaotic brawl, around Xholkrox, only to stop once more, as she saw Bishon wade in.<br/><br/>When two of the most prominent members of the village stepped into a fight, people usually began to calm down, when it was Alcinder and Bishon, they stopped.<br/>Puffing and panting, still hyped by adrenalin, Garashna knew, that whatever this had been ,was now over. Standing and listening while they talked, she viewed her now torn and very muddy dress, the grin widening on her face, she shrugged, it had been worth it and she hated the damned thing, in any case.<br/><br/>The grin was soon wiped from the female Orc's face as Bishon spoke.<br/>Her head whipping up and around, she glared at the Innkeeper, her words spitting from her mouth like sparks from a dry wood fire.<br/>"Don't make him a scape goat for all of this! All he did was attempt to protect not only me, but your daughter...."<br/>Finding Alcinder's eyes, she fixed her glare upon him.<br/>"..and your's and the Miller's, as well as Xholkrox..."<br/>Standing up straight, her hands on hips and chest thrust out in defiance, she turned back to face Bishon. Staring at him, her eyes never leaving his, Garashna pursed her lips and gave a sharp shrill whistle.<br/>Snuff immediately appeared at her side, plonking his rump in the mud by her feet, he sat as smartly as any well trained dog, looking up at her for her next command.<br/>"You make one move towards that Boar and so help me, you'll have to deal with me first...."