Hael's eyes sparked with interest as the Scotsman revealed his face. It was peculiar for him to be in Dublin during such times. Especially when there had been rumors about Scottish attacks on Ireland soil.

As he started another flame in his other hand, Hael looked up into the man's eyes. The gathering crowd made it difficult for her to be comfortable with a fight. Plus, she was tired and did not want to squabble over someone who claimed could pay his tab. "I believe there has been a misunderstanding, here. Perhaps if you had told the owner of the pub that you would pay him later, this would not have escalated to this point," she said, before a thought sprung into her mind. "It was also foolish to stop to eat without proper pay before going home to supper. You had no need to eat, unlike others who live day by day on what little they have." She held up both hands in a sign of peace. "I do not wish to fight. I only ask that you assure this man that you will pay him.'