Fyr paused in the door way, a pleased little shiver running up her spine at the sheer amount of emotion thickening the air of the tavern. She would have likened it to a the scent of a rich meal, but mortals always got shifty when she talked about her eating habits, so lets just say it was a fine sensation indeed. The Raksha might have stood there a moment longer, enjoying the scene before her... but someone else bustled into the tavern, roughly shoving her out of the way. Alas, the trials of appearing as a human. Fyr didnt bother around her home, but everyone around there knew her, or of her, she had learned however that going walkabout as a living flame could cause quite the stirr, so she had long ago developed the ability to blend in, for practicalities sake. Under her guise she appeared as a woman from the deep south, with hairless black-red skin and long deep red hair, her form garbed in flowing, thin, white silks. Though, it was always a sore temptation to wander into the biggest knot of people she could find, and then drop it, just to watch them scream and scatter, momentarily terrified of the firey being in their midst. Maybe if this invitation didnt prove the hook she was looking for, she would do so later, If nothing else it would make the next hour or so Very interesting. More immediately however, she was in no character to brook such rudeness.<br/><br/>Rising with a hiss, Fyr reached out with one<del>clawed</del>long nailed hand and seized he offending mortal by the wrist, her grip inhumanly strong, she yanked him back against her body, holding him as if in a waltz. A cocky grin crossed her lips, and she looked into his eyes, as her grip on his extended wrist tightened, and<em>tightened</em>, halting just on the edge of crushing it. "Next time." she informed him casually, "Watch who you push around, lest they decide to take offence. And bring a sword, theres no sport in cutting down a unarmed man. Understand? Good.". She released the man, his face pale from the pain, and watched as he whirled around and fled. Giving herself a small nod, she continued on her way, parting the crowd around her with nothing more than sheer presence, spoke to the barkeep, and headed on upstairs.<br/><br/>She wasnt the first? Ooh, the plot thickens!