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Rowanne chuckled at the obviously drunk Magnolia, who had dragged along Valerie and Tyrius toward the exit. Her eyes followed Valerie as she slipped from Magnolia’s grip and made her way to a table occupied by a group of men. As she materialized a glaive, Rowanne gripped the hilt tighter and pulled the blade an inch from its sheath; a natural reaction to the drawing of a weapon. The room went silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop and she was sure all could hear what Valerie had to say. Rowanne scanned the room and sighed. No guards, of course, but that’s good, she thought, surmising the display would earn Valerie a night in jail.
As Rowanne heard Virra explain to Tyrius the situation, she formulated a possible way to diffuse the situation. “Valerie, I’m certain they deserve the lesson, but I don’t think this course of action is best.” She stepped toward Valerie, eyeing the men as she neared.
As Rowanne heard Virra explain to Tyrius the situation, she formulated a possible way to diffuse the situation. “Valerie, I’m certain they deserve the lesson, but I don’t think this course of action is best.” She stepped toward Valerie, eyeing the men as she neared.