Kat caught the grey eyes with her own emerald ones, and wondered. [i]'I hope he knows what he's doing.'[/i]
She continued to scoot away. Looking up, she spotted something useful. She looked back at her apparent defender, hoping that he was watchful enough to stay out of the way of her trick. 

With feline agility, she leaped upwards and perched briefly at the top of the fireplace's mantle before jumping to the wooden chandelier. She perched there on the chandelier, above the warrior and the stranger. She bared her claws, waiting for the right moment. With any luck, this could mean that she would get a break from the warrior and be able to continue drying herself by the fire.

The warrior's scowl deepened in a grim grin in anticipation; he was itching for a fight. "A bear, am I? And what are you, some kind of sickly goat?" He took a swordsman's stance and beckoned the pacing man to challenge him.

The innkeeper looked on with a calculated patience, gripping his pugil stick and waiting to see who would be the victor. And if he would have to re-hang the chandelier again.