*Lalika stared wide eyed at the Osterich, her eyes vaguely following the commotion, and her brain had taken a while to register what was actually going on. She felt her heart cringe, which was unusual as she was accustomed to bloodshed, it was part of her job description, but for some reason she could not bear to see that poor bird be all chopped up...

"Right" Lalika stood up and drained the last bit of beer in her mug, finishing off round two, "I'm going to let those barbarians know just what I think!" She said, and with every word she felt more confident and aggressive.

Lalika unsheathed her sword and made her way to the carven. How ever she had not seen the Fountain infront of her. She tripped and landed head first into the Fountain, banging her forehead. She didn't get up again and the sword had slipped from her grasp.*