You stand behind the bar, watching as the band of pirates gets rowdier by the minute, drunk on liquor and booze. With jeers and flirts that you could care less for.

As you step by their table once more, one grabs your arm but whatever he's going to say is interrupted.

"Let her go. That's no way to treat a Lady." A woman Tiefling in the corner comments, glaring at them. Damlyre gets to her feet to defend you. "Have you no manners? Touching a woman like that!"