The woman had began to make her way over toward the counter where several pairs of men had been seated, drinking away at their purchased beverages and speaking in a loud, hoarse tone, their foolish remarks followed by drunk, seized laughter. The individual silently took her seat, a grim expression casted along her feminine features. Within a gruff, stern tone, the woman proceeded her order, speaking loudly enough to make sure the uniformed bartender could hear. "A shot of tequila, please."

With a nod to the young man's head, the employee was off, grabbing a bottle of the names liquid and pouring the strong beverage into a small, glass cup. It wasn't long for the armored individual to recieve her drink, quickly downing the alcohol. In response, her nose scrunched as a reaction to the strong taste scratching at her palate. Placing a pair of golden coins, she paid the bartender before she requested for another.

Anderson lays back in the peaceful little town and in to the bar joint and looks at all the people then head to the bartender to get a drink his ice eyes scanning a chair when found he sat down and said " something strong please "the guy nods and makes a drink and hands it to him Anderson drinks it before sighing he had to put up with this village and he wishes they could think better of the village then themselves Anderson sighed and looks at the guys before spotting a girl

During the wait for the arrival of her second drink, it wasn't at all difficult to attract the attention of a male gaze. A pair of guys had seemed to have taken notice upon the woman's presence. According to what portayed throughout this individual's surroundings, she seemed pretty out of place to be at the tavern. Nothing but men seemed to gather in this particular building. And living in a society like this, it's extremely rare and uncalled for to see a dame dressed in armor. "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you think I can but you a drink?" A young man, dressed in casual attire spoke with the seated woman. His masculine figure had been embraced by a loose, worn out shirt with torn, leather pants accompanying his miserable, unpleasant look. His shoes on the other hand... Boy, they were no match for the awful fit this individual had assembled. His hair was awfully greasy, too. One could tell it had been left unwashed for several weaks, giving off an irritating, unpleasant smell. "I'm sorry. I'm not accepting offers from randome men." Within her signature cold, vague tone, the dame gave her response, keeping her eyes settled on the young bartenders who tended to their drinks, taking orders and preparing other beverages for their lousy costomers.

A look of disappointment surged the man's face for he visibly had been rejected. Quite bold of this lad to even think he has a chance at pleasing a woman... Not with his condition he won't.

The other man who had been accompanying the individual made a second attempt to charm the young female. He was no person to be impressed by, but his clothing seemed to be in better condition as oppose to his partner who had accompanied him at the counter of the tavern. An expression gathered with confidence filled his facial features with a set of ice blue pigments undressing the woman reptitively, running a gaze of enthusiasm along her body. It wasn't long for this armored individual to notice this, encouraging a feeling of unease which caved beneath her chest.

Visibly annoyed, the woman repeated her remark with the hope that these men would give in and halt their attempts to seduce her. However, that would come to a point of failure as the two continued on with their thirst for the female attention. The awfully dressed lad scooched a seat closer to the seated individual, this immediately encouraging the woman to back away by the sudden, unwanted approach. "This fella' here can please a lady. If you may, let me go out of my way and buy you a drink. After that, we shall never stumble upon each other again. Generosity never hurts, does it?"

The man spoke in a softened, fragile tone as he whispered onward toward the damsel. This only brought further irritation upon the woman, visibly disgusted by her opponent's words. More so by the refusal to give up. A feeling of violation seized, leaving her in complete aggravation. If a fight must break loose, she won't hesitate such a thing.

Anderson looks back over and got up and walks towards them and sighed before trying to pass which just angered them Anderson rolls his eyes and walks to the bathroom and sighed as his fist hit the sink after a while he walks out and said " give a lady some space dunking basterds " as he walks towards them again his ice white eyes stares at them making them want to back off but then again she is just a woman not looking for people to try a hook up with her Anderson sighed when the elders came in

Following the woman's sinister comment was the presence of a delicate, deepened chuckle. Once which would give anyone an uneasy feeling. A look of fear scattered throughout their faces that had once been accompanied by the expression of lust. However, men being men, they simply set aside their worries, making an effort to present a fearless, brave performance. "A lady with a pet dragon..? It couldn't get any better with this woman!" One of the men cried out. Sooner than later, the attention of another male had come. He seemed quite pale, possessing a pair of ice cold pigments that overlooked the dishelved pair. Before long, her focus had remained settled on the unfamiliar newcomer, taken aback to see how one decided to interveine and assist the woman during her troubles. From what it looked like, none other cared to help before things had took an escalating turn.

Within a harsh, stern voice, the individual gave in her statement, refusing the offer for help. Having enough of men and the great irritation they had brought upon her, it didn't seem like any help to have another make the attempt to assist her in ridding these lustful creatures. The woman had eventually stood up from her seat on the stool, making her way over toward one of the seated men. She violently cupped the stranger's face with her hand, pulling him closer until their eyes met. He had been visibly taken by surprise by such a sudden move, yet it almost seemed quite pleasing for the individual's perspective.

"One more boundary you break, I swear~ I will break your jaw, twist your bones, and turn you into cold, lifeless meat. I will make sure of that." The dame whispered to her opponent, squeezing his face harder by the end to her sentence. By a miracle, he words were enough to startle the man into backing down, leaving him at a flustered condition. Before long, he had returned to focus on his drinking partner, starting up a conversation as an attempt to brush off the unfortunate event. The armored woman on the other hand tended to her previous activities. A shot of the same beverage had been centered in front of her. It had been sitting there for quite some time it looked like.

Following the woman's sinister comment was the presence of a delicate, deepened chuckle. Once which would give anyone an uneasy feeling. A look of fear scattered throughout their faces that had once been accompanied by the expression of lust. However, men being men, they simply set aside their worries, making an effort to present a fearless, brave performance. "A lady with a pet dragon..? It couldn't get any better with this woman!" One of the men cried out. Sooner than later, the attention of another male had come. He seemed quite pale, possessing a pair of ice cold pigments that overlooked the dishelved pair. Before long, her focus had remained settled on the unfamiliar newcomer, taken aback to see how one decided to interveine and assist the woman during her troubles. From what it looked like, none other cared to help before things had took an escalating turn.

Within a harsh, stern voice, the individual gave in her statement, refusing the offer for help. Having enough of men and the great irritation they had brought upon her, it didn't seem like any help to have another make the attempt to assist her in ridding these lustful creatures. The woman had eventually stood up from her seat on the stool, making her way over toward one of the seated men. She violently cupped the stranger's face with her hand, pulling him closer until their eyes met. He had been visibly taken by surprise by such a sudden move, yet it almost seemed quite pleasing for the individual's perspective.

"One more boundary you break, I swear~ I will break your jaw, twist your bones, and turn you into cold, lifeless meat. I will make sure of that." The dame whispered to her opponent, squeezing his face harder by the end to her sentence. By a miracle, he words were enough to startle the man into backing down, leaving him at a flustered condition. Before long, he had returned to focus on his drinking partner, starting up a conversation as an attempt to brush off the unfortunate event. The armored woman on the other hand tended to her previous activities. A shot of the same beverage had been centered in front of her. It had been sitting there for quite some time it looked like.

Anderson watches before one of the elder took control of this mess and grabs the ladys arm holding her tightly before saying " you attack me you go to jail seen I am a elder " as he looks at Anderson and said "take her to the jail if you don't ill tell your father Anderson " Anderson rolls his eyes and walks over to them then said " just let her go she did nothing this boys tried to hit on her " elder said "doesn't matter she caused trouble "Anderson sighed and looks at her before grabbing her be the arm and said " you better not fight "

As if she couldn't get through enough trouble! As one might suppose, it is typical for dramatic events to unravel at a place like this. After all, this is the place you'd go to to get alcohol. Many know the side affects that come along with having such a liquid invade your system. "So far, I've only come to a point of self defense. I'm over here taking fault and consequences for my actions when you are less to focus on those two men who violated my space and commited an act of harassment! Yet here you are! Here you are violating me and setting me at a position of fault to say I am the unreasonable one here? Believe me, my dear sir, I've been in far worse places than a cell. I will manage it."

Her words came off like a missle, once again releasing her sharp, foul tongue. Her dark hues settled upon the elder, unphased by the violent tug to her arm. Despite one's threat and position to such power, this individual seemed to have lacked fear within her eyes. A look of challenge embedded within her firm gaze, almost offering a fight. Yet soon, their intense interaction would later be interupted by the same masculine presence with her other arm gripped by the hand of a man.

"I have every right to self defense if it ever comes to that point. But if I must say, I might as well head off if I am really causing burden in this place." The woman added once more, eventually tipping the bartender before she had made an adjustment to her chest plate. Before long, the individual was headed for the door, striving to exit the building and overwhelming tension that squirmed within the heated atmosphere. The woman visibly wanted nothing more than a chance at freedom and lonliness without one miserable moppet telling her she did wrong.

Anderson rolled his eyes and took her away before saying " would you keep you mouth shut for once in your life time if you didn't want them to buy you a drink why didn't you just leave you got yourself into the mess " as he walks his grip on her arm tightened more since he was mad about something else then this and was using it too much Anderson put her in to the jail and said " now I'll figure out a way to break you out bit you need to tell me your name or I won't know how to help you if you need it " as he looks at her and fixes what he was wearing before sighing

"Leave? As if! I'm not the one harrassing costomers. If anything, it's them that should've left." A soft squeal sounded from the woman's throat to feel that the man's grip had tightened around her arm. An unpleasant, painful feeling this was, yet who was she to show a reaction? She obediently walked alongside the individual up until they had reached a darkened cell. Before long, she was behind metal bars once more. The familiar sight of someone else standing on the other side, eyeing her suffering as it happened.

A sarcastic chuckle sounded from the captivated woman. One which broadcasted a tone of disbelief to see that she had returned in the same position once again. She didn't believe this man was truly capable of helping her. After all, she had to help herself through the helpful existance of seduction and manipulation. How by any means would he have the ability to go to an extent had help a criminal?

The thoughts squirmed in the back of the individual's mind reptitively. Yet once again, she knew her greatest weapon that could be used to suppress the mental processing of man kind. So she wasn't too worried.