The keeper inside of the Quicksand stood up from her seat in the bar. Jana Ridah was usually content to drink her mead undisturbed, even in the popular Adventurers' Guild that was almost never truly quiet. But even had it been whispered, she immediately reacted to the one word she'd heard that cared about most above any other in this world.
Taking a few steps forward to separate her from onlookers, but staying just behind the Brass Blade who'd reacted first, Jana nudged her glasses up on her nose as she sized up the situation. She recognized R'elend's voice and stature, and while she wasn't in the uniform of the Immortal Flames, she figured that the Seeker wouldn't mind if she back him up on yet another bar brawl. The shouting Roegadyn woman, on the other hand, was a stranger. Even if she was tall compared to most of her race, Jana stood no chance of intimidating the other woman through stature alone... But maybe the possibility of a two-on-one would force her to calm down.
Taking a few steps forward to separate her from onlookers, but staying just behind the Brass Blade who'd reacted first, Jana nudged her glasses up on her nose as she sized up the situation. She recognized R'elend's voice and stature, and while she wasn't in the uniform of the Immortal Flames, she figured that the Seeker wouldn't mind if she back him up on yet another bar brawl. The shouting Roegadyn woman, on the other hand, was a stranger. Even if she was tall compared to most of her race, Jana stood no chance of intimidating the other woman through stature alone... But maybe the possibility of a two-on-one would force her to calm down.
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