As usual, at the 6th stretch of morning, Alya was already awake. But as always, she was unaware of what was going on. As she walked down stairs to the ground floor of the tavern, a loud crash rang out throughout the structure. Even this amount of sound was enough to snap Alya out of her usual daydreaming state. She stood there, shocked for a moment before calming down. She blankly scanned the room, seeing many of the remaining patrons begin to panic. She [i]still[/i] didn't know what was going on, but her instincts told her it was nothing good. The door didn't look as nice as it did the day before. It looked...hurt. 

She glanced as Susie for a moment, wondering if she should ask her what was happening, but she figured that she could just carry on with her usual routines. Whatever they were. She slowly stepped across the slightly scuffed wooden floor of the tavern, her bare feet making almost no sound. She had brought her flute from upstairs; she never went anywhere without it. She calmly sat down on the stool on the slightly elevated platform, raising the flute's lip plate to her lips. 

The tune that resonated from the flute was soft and melodic. It was a simple song. It was slow, holding each note. The sound echoed throughout the tavern, Alya's mind set on preserving peace within the tavern. She didn't know if her music would help, but she hoped that everyone would calm down.