The flurry of activity made Mysaren shrink a bit, still on edge. The man bursting in caused her to jump, her hand flying to her blade, before she heard what he said. Food, and drink, all for free. She turned to see Azzrix, smiling. "Thank you!" She yelled happily, glad to not have to pay for any food or drink tonight. More money that could go to better purposes. She couldn't wait for the food to come, her stomach feeling much better now that she knew food was coming. Maybe she could stay here a bit longer, her hand slowly slipping from the handle of her sword. She got comfortable, finally dropping the hood from her cloak, the sudden candle light making her blink. 

The orc, however, was a different story. Again, she jumped, her blade half drawn when the orc burst in. She watched in slight horror as he started yelling something about the boss? She had no idea who the hell he was talking about, and frankly the outburst made her nervous. Her hand was still on her sword when the orc finally stopped speaking, and she didn't know what to do. She felt the sudden need to run, but her heart race slowed as she realized that no one was going to die, not yet. The screaming hadn't started in her mind, and everything was still all calm. No one meant any harm here, and she could rest a bit easier knowing that no one was going to die any time soon.