[@Dark Light] 

Alex whipped around at the sound of a hit to the wall of the tavern that seemed to echo throughout the entire building. Startled at first, she soon mustered up the courage to face whatever was outside. That was her job after all. "Stay here." She warned the few at the bar, "I'll be right back."

Throwing down her wash rag and readying herself for a fight, she stormed out of the tavern. Upon reaching the outside, she discovered a scene that was very odd and not at all what she expected. 

A half dressed Clay under a small attacker with a hood, a hot-and-bothered witch against the wall and... blood. She took a deep breath and searched the minds of the 3 subjects in front of her. Fear... Clays blood... sweat... unmentionable actions...

"What the hell is going on here?" She almost yells, lowering her defense.