Reya turned as her father began to walk away, the vehemence draining out of her, now that it appeared her friends would be safe. She thought about herself, stan\ding there now, covered in mud, blotched and tear-stained eyes. She would never have dreamed in her worst nightmare that she would be publicly seen in such a state, but worst of all....<br/><br/>She knew that her trick maybe had stopped the brawl from getting further out of hand, but she had done it without consideration for what it would put her father through, and knowing that she had done this to him was far worse then any of the humiliation she had suffered tonight. She shivered, her tears continuing to flow as she spoke in a small voice...<br/><br/>"I am sorry Father..."<br/><br/>She really had had enough of the old Troubadour, and wanted nothing so much as to go home, take a bath, and forget this night had ever happened, something that Brendon and his cronies were unlikely to do for some time, but then, she was an elf, and they would eventually die after all, so she would eventually have peace from them, besides, maybe she could influence the women in town and make sure Brendon led a very lonely life from here on out...<br/><br/>She turned back to the others, shivering in the cold. She would continue to support her friends, and she was curious what he might say to them...