[ Kaisa loves tavern brawls. If she had to pick her favorite hobby, it would probably be fighting in taverns. There's something so honest and pure about it. It doesn't feign dignity, it doesn't pretend to be anything but a lot of people in the same condensed area who happen to be trying to beat each other's faces in. It's beautiful in its simplicity.

What isn't beautiful is when people try to bring weapons into it. An unbroken wine bottle? An ale mug? Things like that are acceptable. Knives, in an honest brawl? That's low. So when Kaisa sees a man with something suspiciously sharp and pointy, intent on trying to stick it into a nearby elf, she takes action.

There's a sickening crack as the man's wrist is grabbed and yanked in a way wrists generally don't bend. The man gives a loud cry of pain, but Kaisa's face is generally unsympathetic as she twists her leg around his and sends him flying to the ground. He takes the hint, and Kaisa stoops to grab the knife, tucking it into her boot for safe keeping. Then she turns to the elf whose life she had totally just saved.

Of course, she doesn't know that the elf is an assassin, and he not only could have handled that himself, but was probably already well aware of the danger. As far as she's concerned, he's a small elf and she is a hero. She gives this small elf who is definitely not a dangerous assassin a charming smile. ]

Hey there. I'm sorry about that, some assholes have no idea how to handle an honest tavern fight. You okay? I can get you out of here, if you need.