The bartender had seemed like a confidant man as Jeanne approached the bar, rather burly, muscular, grizzled and adapted to the world, yet still brimming with young testosterone. A man who was in the know, and well used to giving certain favors to maidens he favored... [i]Perhaps[/i] all those things about the man were indeed true, and in any other situation he may have been an easy mine of information, and victim to his own desire. In this particular situation, though, as soon as the words had left Jeanne's lips, from her perspective, the fear of the Gods seemed to enter the poor man's eyes. He seemed to look right through Jeanne for a moment before it appeared to her that he even registered fully what she had asked.

	Like a child who had seen a ghost, his eyes went wide, his lip quivered-- he stammered out a measly response [i]“N-no..none here!”[/i] The man couldn't take his rag and glass and shuffle away fast enough, giving Jeanne cause to pout and nearly yell after him. 

	His answer was a lie, obviously, and his answer was suspicious-- such a stark juxtaposition could be seen on his face from one moment to the next that Jeanne actually had to restrain herself from giggling. He was afraid of speaking of kidnappers! Or perhaps he wasn't into horned lasses... Jeanne could only take pause to think for a brief moment, as directly behind her a commotion was brewing in the tavern, that most of the patron, now herself included, had turned to see.

	[i]"-- I said I wanted a dance!”[/i] Belched a rather lumpy and clearly drunken man to a tall, lithe and dark woman, standing not two feet away from Jeanne. He spun the woman around, and without missing a beat, she proceeded to use his unrefined energy against him, easily turning the encounter to one where he thought he had all the power, to one where he was in absolute submission.

	Jeanne, along with most onlookers, flinched when the snap of bone came from the woman easily breaking the offender's arm. She then proceeded to slice the man's hand off with a smile, all with a cool demeanor. She didn't miss a step in any of that, she had a well-versed method and a precision to her movements. When it was over, Jeanne couldn't quite tell if she was scared, impressed, or... turned on. The man, now screaming over his broken arm and lost hand was helped out be his friends-- and soon enough, the tavern's more silent atmosphere returned. Patrons went back to their drinks after the drama had passed, Jeanne was still a bit star-struck, but apparently this type of thing was a common occurrence in the city.

	Then, the woman turned directly towards Jeanne.

	Jeanne flushed with nerves as her cheeks reddened, her eyes instinctively shot down after making eye contact with the woman. She was a professional on a whole other level of being, and Jeanne certainly found herself feeling a little intimidated. [i]Had she heard me ask about the kidnappers?[/i] The thought crossed her mind, and seemed like the only logical reason this woman would even approach someone as green as Jeanne.

	Despite the unnerving events, Jeanne adopted a cheery persona to address the tall woman, breaking her silence, "That was incredible!" She practically bounced with excitement, "It was... très chic-- I've never seen anything life that in my life before!" She let her own amusement dictate her for a moment, before realizing who this woman could be. She tilted her head curiously, ruffling her brown curls ever so slightly, "So, are you the kidnapper?"