Ramara sat there, on the edge of her chair in perfect repose; back straight, shoulders back and head level as she listened to Ishmail begin to explain who the two with him were. As he thanked her for taking interest in the mission she simply nodded and said not a word but a look of irritation came over her features as the fight broke out but she moved not; unbothered by the brawl even though she was tempted to take care of the two that had interrupted their conversation but left it to the Paladin since he seemed to be on top of the matter.  Her lips thinned slightly as she sat there as her eyes jerked to one side to take a quick look at the one that Ishmael was addressing hanging from the chandelier over the middle of the room that had now cleared out.

	Her eyes shifted to look over towards the squire as a smirk played on her lips. She still said not a word, nor seemed to move; not even the rise of chest as she breathed. Like a statue she sat there until suddenly a single hand came to one of her daggers and with a single flick of the wrist it went into the air; Ramara still looking the squire dead in the eye and not bothering to look where the blade flew. It hissed through the air slicing through the rope that had held the chandelier in place before embedding itself into one of the rafters. When she heard the telltale thunk of metal into wood she merely winked at the squire before lowering her arm that was still extended from the initial throw. The rest of her body had not moved an inch. 

	Her eyes faced forward again and stared towards the place the Paladin had been sitting, awaiting for him to return to his seat. As far as an explination of why she did what she did, she said only thing. “Just giving the lady a hand down,” she said to no one in particular as the chandelier crashed into the floor of the tavern. If the woman had gotten out of the way or not, she didn’t look nor did she care. Loud over bearing braggarts always left her in a bad mood and hearing the fact that the Paladin had just basically made her join left a bad taste in Raramas mouth.