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Eria appeared unmoved by the show of bravado and opened her mouth to speak when the frontmost man in red spoke.

"So you think yourself a hero, eh?" He sneered, tilting his head so that the wide brim of his feathered hat covered his eyes. "That woman is wanted by the Borgia family." Indeed, their maroon clothing with its' gold trim identified them as servants of the Borgia, a powerful and influential dynasty of businessmen from central Salis with well known connections to the criminal underworld. "Step aside..." The man's lips curled in a cruel sneer. "or I shall have to kill you." He pointed his rapier at Highwind, tilting the narrow blade so that it was aimed at the other's throat.

A large clearing had formed around the group in the centre of the tavern floor as the other patrons made to avoid the inevitable confrontation. Noone present would be willing to stick their neck out without good reason. The other men in red pushed their way through throngs of onlookers and skirted the edge of the makeshift ring, closing in slowly like a tightening noose.