Aria was just wrapping up the day. She cleaned the pub tables swiftly and neatly, making sure nothing was left. Of course people were still around, laughing and drinking their problems away, normal, really, but it'd be for the best that she start cleaning when she hadn't anything else to do. After the clock struck midnight, most of the people had started file away, and she was cleaning some of the last tables. It had been a rather boring, regular day, like any other. When suddenly someone slammed through the pub doors, almost colliding right into her. You had royal daggers sticking out at odd angles that stemmed from you back, and you were quite literally on the verge of death, not to mention covered in blood. She yipped and stumbled back as you landed near a table, using it to stable yourself. The people who were still here quite literally ran out of there, as a dead man stumbling into a bar often meant trouble. Or, more specifically, guards. Inquisters. Gangs. People you did not mess with. Luckily for you, and unfortunately for Aria, she had to much of a heart to watch a man die. She cautiously inched closer, peeping at you warily. She swallowed. "A-Are you alright...?"