Tears continued running down Sophia's face as Gareth put his arm around her. She looked towards the boy, her eyes stinging with salt, and hugged him, a new wave of sadness rushing over her. For a few moments her crying was the only sound in the room. She'd been trying to compose herself for too long. Eventually her willpower had just given out. After a while, her sobbing subsided, and she released her friend. "I'm sorry for that... you're right, we've got to find somewhere else..." Gareth said a prayer for the dead, something she appreciated. She slowly managed her way to a standing position, her knees wobbling. "But where will we go?" No one seemed to know the answer to the question.

 Lily had frowned as the bar fight behind her started. Something always had to get in the way. No matter, it'd been a boring few days, perhaps a little chaos would liven it up. She was surprised when Maria threw her cloak on the table and charged headlong into the fray. Despite the noise, she noticed a loud metallic clank when the cloak landed. The merchant glanced curiously at the garment. "Yes, I'll hang on to it for you." She turned on the bar stool, watching the encounter behind her closely. Eventually, Maria pursued one of the thuggish men she had noticed earlier out the door. She pondered the subject for a moment. Following the woman was certainly an option, but it was an option that would probably lead to dangerous circumstances. She glanced through the fray, noticing a redheaded woman sitting in the corner reading a book, despite the cacophony going on around her. The woman didn't look up, but shook her head very slightly. Well, it was settled, she wasn't going anywhere. The merchant turned back around, pulling Maria's cloak closer to her and taking a swig of ale. Hopefully the brawl would die down soon.