Blodeuwedd's eyes narrowed at the Dragonguards, before she returned her attention to the drink. Even she would prefer to be a bit careful now, while they were in the planning stages of a sneaky revolt. Of course the sound metal striking flesh, and then the sight of the bartender being choked out, was enough to sour the herbalist's mood thoroughly. There were many options that could have been taken here, but once the redhead spoke, Blodeuwedd simply smiled and cheerily replied:<br/><br/>"They seem to have forgotten their clothing as well. Perhaps they are here to earn some extra coin? I hear the flesh trade is quite strong these days."<br/><br/>That was not nearly a quiet enough whisper. That was, in fact, a stage whisper.