Ishmael looked to Ramara and although he did not quite like what he saw, he decided he shouldn't be picky as to who joined him on this quest. The princess was indeed more important then his values in a person. She commented on his company and he looked to his squire and the prisoner and wasn't too sure how to answer that. He looked back to her and just gestured to the young boy. "My appointed squire,... the other is someone I will be using to locate and find The Black Moon's base of operations." He said. Then he paused and realized his mistake in his words. "We,... we will be using." He corrected himself. "My name is Ishmael, and I thank you for even taking interest in this...." He was rudely interupted by a man hitting the top of the table. Another approaching said man ready to finish him off. The man on the table brandished a nife and as he was about to use if to make a new maggot hole in the other's belly he felt a hand grab his wrist. He looked to see who had the nerve and found himself stairing at a not so happy visage of a paladin. The man gulped and dropped the dagger.
"Apologies...." the man said in fear. 
"Leave this tavern,... my patience has been tested more then enough today" Ishmael said. He then looked to the other man. "you too..."
He then rose up letting go of the man and watched the two exit the tavern. He then saw the fight that broke out and he was not amused. He thrust out with his hand and a holt bolt of lightning hit the nearby wall causing those near to hit the ground from the blast. The others turned to see the caster and froze. Those on the ground eventually turned over to see the paladin as well. Having yet the same reaction.
"You have ten seconds to leave this tavern, before I throw you all in a prison cell." He voiced. They did not hesitate, getting up off the floors and one by one they rushed out of the tavern. He then looked to the woman on the chandelier. "You just volunteered for a mission,... you got a choice. Either take part in it, or spend a week or two in the dungeon?" He asked her. 

       His squire in awe at which the people reacted to his sire's presence was inspiring. He wondered why Ishmael gave the woman two options not like the ones who left. He then looked to Ramara and gulped. The lord really has a odd way of throwing subjects in their path. Especially this one, he new she would be a problem. Especially when he saw one of the daggers at her side. It was as long as his forearm.... that's no dagger, that's a short sword.