Though Æolyn's attention had been primarily given to the odd human/dwarf couple, she still kept an eye on the rest of the room. She glanced briefly at the gentleman that came down the stairs and stood there looking out on the room, as if looking for someone. He didn't notice her and so her attention turned back to her previous targets, still eating her soup and taking the occasional drink of brew. The soup was meager at best, but it was still some sort of sustenance- miles better than the stale bread and water she'd been eating since leaving Lothering. The ale wasn't that bad either. She'd had better, but who was she to judge the quality? It was something other than water and it put her frazzled nerves at a bit of an ease.
Finishing her soup, Æolyn put her bowl back onto the table and picked her mug back up, holding it in front of her as she watched the room a bit curiously. The man that had come down the stairs had just started cleaning up dishes and was currently in a bind with a few of the drunks. It seems he tried to pick up a mug that someone wasn't quite finished with yet. She could see a fight brewing despite the man's calm demeanor and cringed slightly when the first punch was thrown. There was no turning back after that. It was lucky that Lyn was holding her mug because soon after a few other patrons jumped into the scuffle, the table full of off-duty guards got involved, unknowingly pushing her table out of their way and even further into her, causing it to pin her to her chair. Quickly, she pushed herself away from the table but almost as soon as she'd stood up, a rather large and dirty man fell back into her. She dropped her mug with a bit of a yelp and turned to look up at the man who'd hit her.
At first, the man looked a bit peeved that someone had been there to stop him from falling on the floor and his face was contorted into a disgusting mask of drunken anger, but when he saw exactly who stopped him his expression twisted into a drunken lustful one. "Well, well. 'Ello to you," he said, reaching out and taking hold of her wrist.
"Let go of me this instant!" she shrieked, trying to pull her wrist from his grasp and failing miserably. She didn't stop after the first attempt however, and kept trying to break free from his hold. Her struggles only succeeded in making the man laugh and pull her closer, wrapping his arms around her an holding her back to his chest, her hands tightly clasped in his.
"Now, now, miss. This ain't no place for you to be... let's take this somewhere a bit more... private," he drawled in her ear. Lyn could smell the ale on his breath mixed with whatever he'd been eating before the scuffle broke out. The mixture of smells made her want to wretch but she managed to keep her own lunch down, more worried about breaking free from this man's grasp.