"Amusing." Sakaala remarked on the turn of events, her haunting smile ever wider at the thought how these men interpreted the prospect of a "witch".

[i]"Little men, how you play with your toys and trinkets..."[/i] The aging ranger thought in dreamlike recollection to herself, [i]"Yet you never asked yourself from where some of them came."[/i] Her mother was wise on the matter she recalled, wiser than even the shadow of a fallen people that was her daughter now. There was no doubt a "witch" was trouble, but it amused her how mortal men were so coveting of a mage's handiwork yet so fearful of them all the same when they at last came to know it in the flesh. In a way it pleased the leonine figure as she leaned her great frame back against the bar, content to observe. It fed into the distraction from her presence, making any conflict to follow easier; unwary humans, after all, were the easiest of prey in that they seemed to lack the instinct to preserve themselves.

She looked from the real witch to where the battered wizard was to have been somewhere upstairs, then to the bound man in his many wrappings and at last to the knight who had ended the confrontation to the best of his ability. The man was more than right, in all of his noble trim, that the group assembled certainly looked the part; half had the clear cut trappings of mercenaries and the other half looked like members of some official party, of which they were after all. 

Removing herself from her relaxed pose, suspended sword singing slightly as its elven steel brushed the wood along with the back of her ragged cloak, she ran the strong hand across her jowls.

"If we are done entertaining the current company with our business, we should get our quarry on the move."

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