The cute little sorcerer made a sound that sounded much like a huff. He seemed like a good guy, but his brown eyes held skepticism and caution. The other man, an archer and even cuter than the sorcerer, seemed to have blanked out and not answered her question. Too bad. Lumara Knew that they had to leave. They were coming and she believed that something worse was going to happen other than a passed out red haired girl and wounded men. Her mouth opened to speak again before she caught sight of a gaping window, broken shards of glass clinging to the frame of the window. [I]Hmm?[/I] she wondered what might have gone through it. Her brows furrowed as she drunkenly slid off Caius, who perked and set his amber eyes on Lumara. 
Her boots crunched fragments of glass, making her curse and look around the inn. Everything looked normal, except for a man that was on a broken table and moving slightly. He groaned quietly, and she gripped her Killer Lance tightly. Walking over, she held out her lance and pressed the tip against his chest. [B]"Who do we have here?"[/b] she drawled, a smirk coming across her lips. This man was weak and he would not be able to fight. She slid the point of her lance to his throat, setting one hand on her hip. [B]"Tell me, are you a straggler? A Ylissean soldier?"[/b] she watched him closely, her emerald eyes narrowing. 
Even though she was drunk, Lumara was just as aggressive as any other Shepherd- and just as deadly as any Ylissean guard. If the man made any fishy move, she could just put pressure and the sharp tip of the lance would go through flesh and tendon, splitting his spine. [B]"Go on!"[/b] she barked, the pressure increasing a bit more on his throat. [B]"Cat got your tongue?"[/b]