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An unimpressed eyebrow rose over a skeptical gaze as Kaizar answered, the moments stretching on as the woman pulled in another breath. It was definitely time to retire. She could hear her mattress call out for her like a lover, imploring her to return to its comforts and forget the evening, if only for a few bells. Nothing would please her more than to lay her head down and close her eyes. But there were still unresolved issues to take care of. Mainly the two blokes prostrate on the ground before the Coin as well as her poor companions. Neither was particularly cut out for this situation. Hadyn herself was only calm out of experience, not because she relished or lived for this sort of life.
"Y'don't want lessons from me," she informed him with a halfhearted shrug before turning to Isolde. "Help him? Bastard's caused us enough grief, don't y'think?"
Hadyn was ready to console the Nuit again when Shiress lost it. She hauled herself to drunken legs, voice raising as she experienced the full effects of the alcohol she'd imbibed. Rage flecked words spat from her mouth though her expression was one of tragedy. Her inebriated mind was struggling to maintain the facts in chronological order, resulting in the physical impulse to push Isolde. Hadyn frowned and took a step toward the barmaid.
"Easy on, Shiress," she cautioned quietly, careful of the girl's tenuous state. But her gentle reprimand fell on deaf, drunk ears as the auburn haired barmaid turned her ire to the weaponsmith.
Her words were slurred, mumbled from a mouth confused with speaking and a brain addled by booze. Hadyn stood silent as Shiress came upon her before relenting as she released her frustration with a growl. The angered words spilling from her lips hardly bothered the brunette but her actions were regarded closely for anything that might endanger her or anyone else. Then Shiress lurched forward, righting herself before seizing her mug from the woman's hand and tottering off, but not before relieving Kaizar of his gasper. With a grim expression Hadyn sighed and looked to Isolde.
"Don't worry none 'bout her," she stated dully. It wasn't much of a comfort after Shiress had shoved then verbally assaulted the girl with a drunken tirade. "Just needs a good rest, she does."
Turning to face Kaizar the weaponsmith rubbed the back of her neck in a defeated manner. The night had gone entirely to shyke. She couldn't help but feel the stinging tendrils of guilt creep tentatively from her gut. It was she that encouraged Shiress to drink, hoping it would help her forget her troubles. And it would've worked had they not been harassed by the felled men. As far as Hadyn was concerned it was just another night at the Coin. But for the Nuit and Shiress it was likely a whole other world they weren't expecting.
"Y'offerin' to clean this up," she began again nodding to the two men on the ground before looking at Kaizar again. "We'd be obliged. Been a pleasure."
She couldn't remember if he'd actually offered his assistance or not but she left it in his capable hands. Walking away from the scene, Hadyn followed Shiress' path, a careful eye kept on the drunk barmaid to ensure she didn't find herself in any more danger. Casting a glance over her shoulder to Isolde as she walked, the woman spoke again.
"C'mon lass. You don't need to be here with the Guard shows up."
Far be it from Hadyn to tell anyone what to do that night. But she couldn't very well leave the Nuit to fend for herself. Not after the timidity and fear she'd displayed earlier. The Knights would chew her up and spit her out. Not to mention any mates the blokes on the ground had still inside. Hadyn hoped Isolde would fall behind her but she couldn't trouble herself if the Nuit stayed behind. Her priority was seeing Shiress home, especially considering it was the brunette's fault for letting the girl drink so much.
The woes of an alcoholic.
"Y'don't want lessons from me," she informed him with a halfhearted shrug before turning to Isolde. "Help him? Bastard's caused us enough grief, don't y'think?"
Hadyn was ready to console the Nuit again when Shiress lost it. She hauled herself to drunken legs, voice raising as she experienced the full effects of the alcohol she'd imbibed. Rage flecked words spat from her mouth though her expression was one of tragedy. Her inebriated mind was struggling to maintain the facts in chronological order, resulting in the physical impulse to push Isolde. Hadyn frowned and took a step toward the barmaid.
"Easy on, Shiress," she cautioned quietly, careful of the girl's tenuous state. But her gentle reprimand fell on deaf, drunk ears as the auburn haired barmaid turned her ire to the weaponsmith.
Her words were slurred, mumbled from a mouth confused with speaking and a brain addled by booze. Hadyn stood silent as Shiress came upon her before relenting as she released her frustration with a growl. The angered words spilling from her lips hardly bothered the brunette but her actions were regarded closely for anything that might endanger her or anyone else. Then Shiress lurched forward, righting herself before seizing her mug from the woman's hand and tottering off, but not before relieving Kaizar of his gasper. With a grim expression Hadyn sighed and looked to Isolde.
"Don't worry none 'bout her," she stated dully. It wasn't much of a comfort after Shiress had shoved then verbally assaulted the girl with a drunken tirade. "Just needs a good rest, she does."
Turning to face Kaizar the weaponsmith rubbed the back of her neck in a defeated manner. The night had gone entirely to shyke. She couldn't help but feel the stinging tendrils of guilt creep tentatively from her gut. It was she that encouraged Shiress to drink, hoping it would help her forget her troubles. And it would've worked had they not been harassed by the felled men. As far as Hadyn was concerned it was just another night at the Coin. But for the Nuit and Shiress it was likely a whole other world they weren't expecting.
"Y'offerin' to clean this up," she began again nodding to the two men on the ground before looking at Kaizar again. "We'd be obliged. Been a pleasure."
She couldn't remember if he'd actually offered his assistance or not but she left it in his capable hands. Walking away from the scene, Hadyn followed Shiress' path, a careful eye kept on the drunk barmaid to ensure she didn't find herself in any more danger. Casting a glance over her shoulder to Isolde as she walked, the woman spoke again.
"C'mon lass. You don't need to be here with the Guard shows up."
Far be it from Hadyn to tell anyone what to do that night. But she couldn't very well leave the Nuit to fend for herself. Not after the timidity and fear she'd displayed earlier. The Knights would chew her up and spit her out. Not to mention any mates the blokes on the ground had still inside. Hadyn hoped Isolde would fall behind her but she couldn't trouble herself if the Nuit stayed behind. Her priority was seeing Shiress home, especially considering it was the brunette's fault for letting the girl drink so much.
The woes of an alcoholic.
Those petchers sure got what they deserved. 
Even an apartment only costs 500 GM. These spinning coin patrons are not exactly filthy rich merchants.
