Commissar Raine
Main Tavern Floor

Despite being somewhat miffed at Krin's flat dismissal of the Commissar's remark, Severina left the aquilas where they were and, in a trice, poured herself a glass of amsac. Drink in hand, she found herself a recently-vacated table close to - and facing away from - to the roaring hearth and took a seat, drawing the brim of her peaked cap low as she took a seat, crossing her jackbooted legs in the process and letting her sword rest against her thigh as she took a brief sip.

Occupied though she had been earlier, there were a few among the tavern's patrons tonight that had caught the studious Commissar's attention. There were multiple questions running through her mind over each of them, but without being able to establish who's who and what they were here for, Severina couldn't take action of her own. And as much as she hated and knew that a Commissar's black-and-white dogma would never fit for any situation she'd encountered across her career, one question remained prominant in her mind as beneath her cap's brim, her grey eyes lingering on one patron after another like a patient hawk:

[i]'Ally of conveniance ... or foe fit only for destruction?'[/i]