Ramara sat there, hands in her lap as she listened to what transpired; a sly grin coming to her lips as she continued to look at the place in which the paladin had been sitting before their conversation was so rudely interrupted by the corsairs shenanigans. As the young woman played with the tip of her sword Ramara rolled her eyes slightly, this child was certainly going to be a handful and the only thought that she let escape her mind and move to her lips was “children should not play with knives” in near silent tone before taking a breath, her chest rising just ever so slightly as she did. They had not even left on their journey yet and she could feel her frustration building. 

	When Ishmael  addressed the man about his ink Ramara mouthed the word [i]whoops[/i], true it was the pirate that had caused the bar fight but it was Ramaras dagger that had sent the chandelier on its course to meet its fate splintered on the floor and towards the walls where the ink well was knocked over. Apparently the Paladin was placing the fault on the one that had caused the commotion in the first place, thankful for that she thought. Ramara was brash and lashed out many a time but she knew better than to draw the wrath of one of the Holy Warriors. She wasn’t stupid.  

	Nodding towards Ishmael as he readdressed her and asked if he had remembered her name right. “Yes,” she simple replied and listened to him continue with their conversation as she received the jist of what was going on. So the Lady had been taken, perhaps this wouldn’t be a waste of her time after all. She was sure the reward would be plenty and be enough to allow her to further her travels as she sought to find her sister Sana. As he commented on her blade work she almost laughed but instead let it go and shrugged. “We will see, it’s better not to underestimate any in battle, even the lowest bandit,” she said in a flat tone. “Or Corsair.”

	Her eyes turned slightly as he addressed his squire. He had a point, what good was a squire that seemed to have fear just from a woman who sat with blade. She had seen his fear before she had even flung the dagger. For all the squire knew was that Ramara had them as decoration or to keep people at bay but had no knowledge of them and she certainly hadn’t threatened him. She sat there. Perhaps silence was unnerving to the unlearned one. Something he would have to get over rather quick if he was to be with them while rescuing the Lady. Ramara doubted it would be an easy task. Those that went after such high positioned people either were skilled themselves or were working for someone that was. Ramara perked a brow at the paladin as he massaged his forehead and her lips pursed to the side in agreement to the overall feeling. This was going to be frustrating on many levels.