[ There's a small scuffle going on out the front of the tavern, the door kicked open and held in place despite the icy cold blowing inside. Indignant Orlesian curses begin to filter out along with shadows and the warm glow from within, and three silhouettes press out through the entrance. The two humans have worked out quickly that it was easier to simply heft Sabine up enough for her feet to barely skim the floor, in the same way that they worked out it was easier to manhandle her than to asking her to leave a third time.
She hisses in Orlesian curses, her boot toes scraping the floor while she twists between them like an enraged cat. Her hair had been bound back into a braid, but by now, some errant curls have gotten free, frizzed and fine.
As if legitimately concerned that she'd run back in, the humans heft and shove her out into the cold. A spike of laughter from indoors is cut off when the door slams, Sabine staggering a step and landing awkwardly amongst the snow and dirt, a gust of steam in an angry huff out. There's no effort to be made to get back in, however, reaching instead for the coat that was tossed out along with her. ]
outside a tavern. closed to alistair.
She hisses in Orlesian curses, her boot toes scraping the floor while she twists between them like an enraged cat. Her hair had been bound back into a braid, but by now, some errant curls have gotten free, frizzed and fine.
As if legitimately concerned that she'd run back in, the humans heft and shove her out into the cold. A spike of laughter from indoors is cut off when the door slams, Sabine staggering a step and landing awkwardly amongst the snow and dirt, a gust of steam in an angry huff out. There's no effort to be made to get back in, however, reaching instead for the coat that was tossed out along with her. ]