Æolyn hadn't really thought when she moved to go help the dwarf up. She'd felt the surge of mana in the room and seen him in the middle of the circle of fallen men. To her it was obvious where the magic had originated, but apparently it wasn't the same for everyone else. By the time everyone was standing up again, the circle had broken and they were no longer standing in the middle of it, though they weren't standing in the crowd either. She looked around at the crowd as everyone made a less than affective effort to search for the source of the blow.
She saw the dwarf she'd passed move upstairs with the blonde woman and heard someone yell out the word "warden". That perked Lyn's ears momentarily until she was brought back to the situation by the dwarf mage's voice. What was her plan? Of course she didn't have one. She fumbled for a moment, trying to think of a plan but his suggestion to wing it was looking better and better. After thinking on it for a moment she shrugged and looked back at him. "A grand 'ole time," she answered with a laugh, shaking her head slightly.
It was a moment before she realized the dwarf had moved off to the bar. At his question she turned to see him making his way back to where she assumed he'd been before the fight and shrugged again, following behind him. "If you're buying," she joked with a smirk, moving to sit on the bar stool next to him. Acting like innocent bystander patrons was a better plan than she had, considering she didn't have a plan at all. Might as well roll with this one, especially if it meant she got a free drink.