Imenry lifted her glass from the table and drained the rest of the whiskey before setting it down. The bar was getting louder now, shouting and accusations echoing from the next table. Spittle flying from the lips of the man with the wet lap as he jabbed a finger at the drunks.
She was forced to lean closer to hear Aurin and listened carefully to what he said. He offered a good deal. She wasn't sure what exactly a wizard might have on them, especially one on the run, but he likely was at least armed and had some money. "How negotiable is the price?" she asked. "I need some numbers. I know what sort of men hunt magic-users, you know. He must be a challenge if you need... help."
Her lips lingered over the word for a moment and her eyes lifted to his. She wasn't all that eager to jump into battle alongside Templars, really. But if the price was right she might be persuaded. It wasn't as if she was advertising her true nature anyway, and she supposed most Templars wouldn't be interested in her unless she was a mage.
"Though to be honest, I'm surprised you're in a place like this. What would one of you pious types want with a woman like me?"
She was able to ignore the fist fight that was increasingly loud at the next table, and the loud crack of wood when one man was thrown into said table, causing it to shatter. Some others in the establishment were not though, and more bodies surged into the growing fight.