[color=f7941d]“Rude? And why would I be obligated to show courtesy to someone who is sneaking outside listening in as a common criminal? You need to earn respect.”[/color] Karen asked with humorous smile. A man demanding manners in this situation… this guy was amusing.[color=f7941d]” Ahh you are right Lady Buxton, rat certainly smell better.” [/color]The dark skinned woman said with a nod and smile.

 As the man had decided to go on with a  tirade, a hand suddenly appeared pushing him to the side with force… Karen immediately recognized the man… due his ring and appearance… Orwen of Sudernlan. One thing Karen despised more than everything was slavers, but what she disliked even more were those who trade with slaves, but lacked the skills and will to go catch them themselves. This man here was the embodiment of almost everything Karen hated. As he proceeded to grab her chin, sharp glares as daggers were shot from the woman’s eyes. It was a warning. If she wanted, Karen could kill the man in so many different ways that they would never be able to stop her. Truth was if she killed him, she was probably going to get paid a good sum even if she wasn’t in a contract to do so. This man had a lot of enemies. As he released her chin and proceeded with his little speech for the crowd in the inn, Karen’s eyes were following him as she was wondering if she should just kill him right this moment. Truth was if she did it, she had reasonable chance of escaping, not that she cared if she would die. Everyone dies eventually, death was inevitable, but for now there were things to be done. 

 [b]“Phew. If you lot thought I stank, I can hardly imagine what this guy reeks of… Ah! Wait, I think I can guess. Mommy issues and dirty money, right?”[/b] The assassin heard the blond guy saying while pointing at the slave trader. A smile appeared on Karen’s face. That guy still stank worse than a rat, but he just got a better view in the assassin’s eyes.

 Still the olive skinned woman noticed that her order she gave the innkeeper was ready. Leaving all the noisy people, she passed by the blond man and the slaver as if they weren’t there and headed towards the innkeeper, who had placed a tray on the counter with her jug of wine and the food. As she took those and placed them on the nearest table to begin her well deserved dinner after the whole day of riding, she noticed another new arrival. Her hand instinctively twitched. That man… her instincts were screaming danger… it may have been long time since she last felt this, but that man had the bearing of a sorcerer… She also recognized his cloak… There was a danger to every magic user… their power got simply to great with time and that man seemed like a proper magic user, not like those who claim to be one, but only know some tricks. If he was to join them it would have been of great help in the north, but one never knew with sorcerers. They often had their own agendas…

This was getting complicated very fast. With her left hand Karen pulled out a small necklace from underneath her shirt. On a thin sturdy string was hanging a small ebony figurine of a woman dressed in what appeared to be a single big piece of cloth. The woman was holding a small sphere in her arms. Wtih her arm, Karen took hold of the figure, closing her eyes.[color=f7941d]"Skeitha, mother of the night and patroness of all who sin in the darkness..." [/color]She began saying a prayer, but the end couldn't be heard even if you were to stand next to the olive skinned woman. Still once she was done with her prayer, she put the small figure back under her shirt and proceeded with a glass of the wine.