Reality finally began to seep in through the cracks in his vision. As focused as he was on the goal (her possessions) being this close to her allowed him to pick up on bodily expressions. He did not believe that she was a threat, and that might have been his undoing. Not that he'd ever believe such a thing was this close around the corner. The tall and scrawny dark skinned creature had a hard time learning from his mistakes. He snatched his hand back to his side, shrinking away from her. Fight or flight was going off like fireworks behind his eyes, and for now he was frozen. He inhaled deeply, his other senses much stronger than his vision. He stood up a little taller, his serpent-like eyes meeting hers with a fierce glare. There was hesitation in her movements, a subtle submissiveness that broke his lips into a crooked grin. He twitched, as he often did, and took a step closer. 'Are you th-threatening me?' His tone was mostly emotionless, frigid and cold. But for the sake of performance, he softened the words. Basically - "Are you really going to hurt sweet, innocent, me?" He took another step, and lifted his dark hand to the blade. 'Is it v-very ssharp?' With every stuttered consonant there came another twitch. As a child, he used to curse his stutter. Now he only hated it as much as the rest of himself. God, he was such a contradictory creature. Now applying pressure, he dragged his index finger along the dull edge of the blade. 'Th-there mussst be sssome ssort of misssunderstanding, m'lady.'
"Nope, not normal." Alistair murmured, standing up and abandoning his half-empty pint on the table.
Around him, the world turned and warped nauseatingly. He clutched the table until everything righted itself. Perhaps he'd overdone it with the ale. His knees shook and with his first step he felt himself stumble. His arms flailed and he felt for a wooden post to hold himself upright. He'd definitely had too much to drink. Stepping forward more cautiously this time, he remained upright and sauntered over to the woman and thief. He caught the mumbled dredges of a one-sided conversation between the two. In his muddled brain, the man hissed his words but surely the wine was playing tricks on his hearing.
Neither party noticed him, even as he leaned against the wall beside them.
"Greetings," he said, "What's going on here?"
The serpent-like appearance of this creature has made her very uneasy. She had already felt on edge about coming to a place that turned out to be so heavily occupied by so many bodies. It had been a mistake to be so distracted in a tavern where so many things could go wrong. Whenever the creature touched the dagger she instinctively pulled it back towards her. His tone made her cringe. It was mainly the way his words hissed out of his mouth when he spoke. "Step away creature. I want no quarrel with you." Just as she had started to think this may work out alright, and before she knows it she is being robbed by a..man...creature? It hardly mattered. The night was not going in the direction she had hoped and who was this new comer? It was hard to know if she should be relieved that someone had bothered to try and intervene or whether or not she should just forget all of this and flee. By the smell of him, he would be of little help in this situation. Everything was happening at once. It was odd, but in that moment, she had started to feel some kind of sympathy towards the creature. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding...She had been reasonably stressed out before arriving to the WB. Unsure of her own voice she took her eyes off the creature and addressed the man who approached and inquired about the situation. "I..I do not know...I thought that he was trying to rob me but now I am not sure..."