Tihlas had just managed to get a hand up to remove his helm when he felt something cold and sharp against his throat. Returning his hand slowly to the side as he glanced at the cause of the feeling, he saw a rather beautiful yet tough looking woman with a lance to his throat. He was defenseless, sore, and his helmet felt too small with his blood rushing to his head, so he wasn't able to respond to the woman's first round of questions. After a moment, he felt the pressure of the lance increase, and somehow got the distinct smell of alcohol in his nose, was this woman drunk as well? Didn't matter, he'd have to answer her before she slit his throat open.

[b]"I-"[/b] He was cut off when another man, a swordsman by the look of him, and wounded too, though not too badly, shouted and shoved the woman away, seeming to instinctively shield Tihlas. The swordsman, after a moment, obtained a confused look on his face and walked quietly out. Unfortunately for Tihlas, not only was he alone with a drunk woman wielding a lance again, but the slight bit of pressure from the swordsman touching was just enough to, after a few seconds, cause the table he was on to break the rest of the way, send him the rest of the way onto the floor. Needles to say, it wasn't comfortable, as he let out another groan. He might as well tell the woman who he was, since she would likely kill him either way, [b]"I'm Tihlas, a Shepherd."[/b] After he said it, it struck him that he'd seen that swordsman's face before, and he muttered a rather short list of names to try and match them up, one of them being Zaino.