Whereas before the other patrons were just curious (or mostly apathetic) to the struggles going on at the bar, it was when Arcata faded from view entirely, as well as 'Maker' being called several times, that a full blown panic swept through the establishment.
Dominic, for his part, was already instructing the dark-haired waitress to run and fetch the guard, assuming that if agents of The Maker were after the magic girl, it had to have been trouble and nothing else. The customers, for their part, were a slowly-buzzing hive of energy and frustration at the display, growing louder in their chorus at seeing that the man with the flame in his hand was ... involved, somehow. And now a Dwarf, and then someone spied Lucien enter and rose from her chair, shouting that he had been seen talking to the arcane woman moments before! Accusations started to fly across the wooden tops at this group: pirates and assassins, heretics and gangsters, it mattered not to the tavern, only that clearly magic was involved and it was getting out of hand.
Matters were only further complicated when a woman practically stumbled into Arcata on the streets, apologizing profusely as she sprinted for the bar the sorceress had just emerged from. Her appearance into the city was met with no small amount of surprise either, even several guards unsure of what to do with the girl that just appeared out of thin air. One finally put two and two together, though, and pointed after the fleeing noble.
" You ... yes, you, there! In the brown jacket! Stop!"
The breastplated soldier was already waving over two others, approaching Arcata at a good clip. Though they were not immediately sprinting after the girl, it was clear that they would not take kindly to her disobeying them.
Back at the Tavern, the woman whom had nearly toppled poor Arcata instead went flailing into the back of Federigo, shaking the sturdy dwarf slightly. She was a diminutive Half-Elf, hair glistening like struck-copper in the morning sun and small bits of silver jewelry in her slightly-pointed ears. She wore plain clothes, though the dagger at her hip was anything but plain: a wicked-looking curved scabbard of ornate make hiding the blade itself.
" Thank The Maker I found you, Federigo!" she cried out, taking one look with her green eyes at the combination wrestling/boxing match happening and deciding to spit her words out as fast as possible, loud enough that a certain pirate would overhear easily.
" It's Giovanni, that painter! Dominiccio's second, Iacopo, and his men have already attacked him! They knocked him unconscious and are going to bring him to Southbank!"
Dominic, for his part, was already instructing the dark-haired waitress to run and fetch the guard, assuming that if agents of The Maker were after the magic girl, it had to have been trouble and nothing else. The customers, for their part, were a slowly-buzzing hive of energy and frustration at the display, growing louder in their chorus at seeing that the man with the flame in his hand was ... involved, somehow. And now a Dwarf, and then someone spied Lucien enter and rose from her chair, shouting that he had been seen talking to the arcane woman moments before! Accusations started to fly across the wooden tops at this group: pirates and assassins, heretics and gangsters, it mattered not to the tavern, only that clearly magic was involved and it was getting out of hand.
Matters were only further complicated when a woman practically stumbled into Arcata on the streets, apologizing profusely as she sprinted for the bar the sorceress had just emerged from. Her appearance into the city was met with no small amount of surprise either, even several guards unsure of what to do with the girl that just appeared out of thin air. One finally put two and two together, though, and pointed after the fleeing noble.
" You ... yes, you, there! In the brown jacket! Stop!"
The breastplated soldier was already waving over two others, approaching Arcata at a good clip. Though they were not immediately sprinting after the girl, it was clear that they would not take kindly to her disobeying them.
Back at the Tavern, the woman whom had nearly toppled poor Arcata instead went flailing into the back of Federigo, shaking the sturdy dwarf slightly. She was a diminutive Half-Elf, hair glistening like struck-copper in the morning sun and small bits of silver jewelry in her slightly-pointed ears. She wore plain clothes, though the dagger at her hip was anything but plain: a wicked-looking curved scabbard of ornate make hiding the blade itself.
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" Thank The Maker I found you, Federigo!" she cried out, taking one look with her green eyes at the combination wrestling/boxing match happening and deciding to spit her words out as fast as possible, loud enough that a certain pirate would overhear easily.
" It's Giovanni, that painter! Dominiccio's second, Iacopo, and his men have already attacked him! They knocked him unconscious and are going to bring him to Southbank!"
