[center][color=fdc68a][h1]Yeva Darbinian[/h1][/color]
[sub][@GrizzTheMauler][@Tybalt Capulet][/sub][/center][hr]
It would seem that Yeva was suddenly the 'go-to' gal for information on what to do in a situation like this. Naturally people trusted a Darbinian to know what to do at all times. Unfortunately for them, Yeva was still a greenhorn among such a family, but not so inexperienced that she had no idea how to proceed.

Gunsmiths were known for their skills with handicrafts... This also included sleight of hand. With a quick movement Yeva leaned forward, acting like a drunkard, and snatched the blue stone as the pirate sauntered passed them, pocketing it hopefully before anyone could notice. With the stone in pocket, it was high time to leave. The lion-man had begun his rampage and such a distraction boded well for them. She glanced at Hayden and the.. woman, tapping the side of her nose and giving them a smirk. There was no 'secret' door in this tavern. None that she knew of. There was a closed skylight above them, but getting to that was a chore in itself and it would attract too much attention.

Cellars tend to lead nowhere, especially in taverns. The only time a cellar would lead somewhere is if the place was run by someone Underground.. Which wouldn't be the more farfetched thing in this neck of the woods, but prying eyes and enemies lurked everywhere. Trust no-one.

The gunsmith got up from her stool and slowly started toward the tavern's main entrance, simply weaving passed the scatter chairs, bodies, and tables. Her hand still on her pistol, ready to draw.