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Derissa glances at the first newcomer and just shakes her head, rolling her eyes...though, she can't help but wonder...what...is in...the pouch...GUH!

She chuckles to herself and turns back to Merry, listening half-heartedly, but picking up on tid-bits of useful information, hoping her employer's weakness will somehow be revealed. Speaking of her employer...where was her bloody contact?! She scans the bar and the tavern with her keen eyes. Her attention, however, is wrested for the moment from the patrons of the tavern to the scuffle outside. Narrowing her eyes, she tries to see who or what is fighting.

Upon the entrance of the new woman and her nearly innocent query, Derissa chuckles and calls out, "Now there's a wench! Firey and fighting... Come have a seat and have a drink!" Derissa indicates a stool at the bar...not really near herself. "Varian, a fitting drink for a fighting lady," she gives a wink to Varian, then settles herself, glancing around.

Curse you, Derissa...drawing attention to yourself... She draws her hood up over her head and recedes into the shadows thereof.

"Now, that's a more fitting welcome!" Kam strode through the bar towards the stool.

"Some people get all bent out of shape when you won't let them rob you blind."

She eyes the other woman... "Are you always this antsy, or just when you're waiting for someone?"

Varian fills a mug with ale with one hand, while continuing to stow bottles beneath the bar with the other. He slides it onto the bar at about the same time that Kam sits on the stool in front of the mug.

She bellied up to the bar next to Randol. She chugged the mug down in a couple of gulps and slammed it down onto the bar. She looks over at Randol, slaps him on the back and says "Hey, what are you dressed for? Is it Festival time already?"

Randol tried to ignore her and finish his drink but she wouldn't have it. "HEY NO SHIRT! I AM TALKING TO YOU!"

Varian groaned. "Kam, please. Not today."

Randol ignored her again. She growled and got up off of her stool. She pointed at Randol and he floated up off of his stool. She waved her hand and Randol flew into the shelves behind the bar just as Varian grabbed the last couple of bottles off.

Randol was on the floor and shook the cobwebs from his head. Varian looked down at him and said,
"In the future, it would be wise to respond to Kam when she speaks."

"Thank you for the advice, Sir." Randol said as Varian helped him to his feet.

Derissa smirked and glanced around again. "Who said I was waiting for someone? I could be waiting for something." She disappeared into the shadow of her hood as her now-disembodied voice spoke, "...I don't like a lot of people..."

From the safety of her shadows, her eyes darted about the tavern, watching the woman--and watching her throw a man around like he was a rag doll--and a few others. While the unusually strong woman was distracted, Derissa slipped from her stool and took up a new position at a corner table where she could see everyone. She put out the candles near her and sat in the darkness of the shadows, observing.

"It is time to take my leave i am afraid," ( the people in here are starting to get too agitated for my tastes...)

At the instant when all eyes are on the ruckus at the bar, the doors to the tavern burst open for the second time this evening. Stumbling in through them is a man dressed in leather. He's dripping wet despite there being no rain tonight, and as the water pools at his bare feet, blood mixes with it. He has the look of a warrior, yet wears no scabbard or blade.

He takes another step into the tavern, and falls face first onto the floor.

As Derissa sits in the corner, she flags down Merry to speak with her privately. As the two converse, Derissa's attention is easily distracted to the door. She blinks a few times, mid-word, then looks to Merry and back to the man who is now falling onto the floor. From her seated sanctum, Derissa makes a quick assessment of the situation.

"Quickly somebody help this man" says benedict with ergency aparent in his voice. He moves quickly towards the door and check the man for injuries.
If he finds any he tries to patch them up with anything at hand in order to stop the bleeding.

The man's injuries are, surprisingly, not all that serious. He has a gash on his side that is the cause of the blood pooling on the floor that looks as if it might have been caused by a sword thrust, and assorted scrapes and bruises.

Varian comes around the bar and helps Benedict with the man. When he sees the man's face, Varian snorts in disbelief.

"That's Connor," the tavern keeper says, "I never thought I'd see him again. He went out with a group to the mainland, hunting goblins, oh, a good month or two back."

Varian nudges Benedict with his elbow.

"He was friends with the captain of the guard you were asking after earlier, so if he comes around, could be you'll get the answers you wanted."