The word wizard stuck in her head a moment and she blinked in surprised. Such a target would surely be a challenge. What sort of men went hunting for magic users though? She opened her mouth to interrupt when the lout from the other table pushed to his feet, ale sloshing over the side of his glass and splattering on the wooden floor.
She lifted one brow in a mild challenge at the man's words, letting them linger in the tepid air for a moment. "I suppose only a drunken idiot would have to believe that the two are not mutually exclusive."
She eyed the man. He was nearly falling down drunk and he lurched towards her, even though she'd made no move to get up. "What did you call me!?" He pointed an accusing finger, his words slurred and Imenry grimaced at his foul odor.
She shot a leg out, the heel of her boot catching him in the shin so that his legs slid out from under him, feet gaining no purchase on the puddle of ale coating the floor. His impressive mass, and not the muscular sort, came crashing down to the floor, mug flying from his hand and clattering across another table to land in a patron's lap.
Imenry glanced down at the moron sprawled on the floor and groaning, probably from landing on a stomach full of ale, then turned her attention back to Aurin.
"Seems he's slipped. Now, what were you saying about this job?"