After standing there for a second or two more, she simply walked past the two without a word. She had not the wherewithal to address the situation yet.
She quietly asked Barliman for a bucket in which to put the glass shards from her shattered wineglass.
When she had returned with the bucket hanging from her arm, Hawke insisted she allow him to clean it up. She was rather tempted to do it herself but realized she would have a time picking up the pieces with hands that could scarcely grip. And so she allowed him to take the pail from her.
As she stood there, having no thought as to what she could even say in such an instance, Davamir purposely spilled his wine dangerously close to Hawke's head. He had some immature words to go along with it, but Dru could not hear them. A dwarf mentioned that once one spills their drink, it was a sign of having too much drink.
"Dav. Stop it," she had stated in a flat tone, looking up at him from her fully drawn height.
Of course he had some words to say about how he could hold his drink, but Dru was not going to put up with it this time.
"I could have the Watch throw you into a cell for attempting to choke another person," she said, her anger growing. "Ah. I do not trust the Watch though." The thought hit her, as Davamir said with a smile, "You are cute when you make threats you don't intend to keep."
"CUTE?" She would have clenched her fists if they would only work! Unfortunately, everything else did. She lost control of her temper once she heard Davamir insult the dwarf nearby. She stepped around to face him.
And promptly kneed him in his "White Tree", as he put it.
"That was...my knee? I just did that?" She stared in shock at the man and dwarf before her...the shock growing once she saw her knee had caused Davamir to accidentally dump his wine over the already angered dwarf.
Why had she done that? No one else could make her angry. Even those who had attacked her did not make her so angry. She always remained so calm. So how was it that Davamir did? And oddly enough, the knee was not satisfying. She had always felt like striking him, and she felt it would be rather satisfying, especially to slap him. But she was wrong. It was more disappointment. In him. In herself.
The next couple of hours were jumbled to her. The dwarf, Balnirar as she learned his name was, charged Dav. They got into a bit of a tussle, with Dru only stepping in after Balnirar had grabbed for his axe.
Unfortunately, she stepped between them just as Dav had aimed a kick for the dwarf's head. It struck her abdomen instead which knocked the wind out of her and sent her flying back against the dwarf.
Some man she had met only twice before, interjected himself. Aranoll. He had angered her more, treating her like some little kitten who needed coddling and couldn't handle any of the situation. Nor did he listen when she told him he would simply make things worse with Davamir.
Hours of them throwing petty, childish insults about nobility and land and the like were thrown back and forth between the two. By the end, Dru had nothing to do but stand there with the expression of a parent watching two children who would simply not quit their arguing. Finally, Aranoll claimed he had business elsewhere....then whispered such despicable words in her ear that she was disgusted to stand near him. Something of wishing Dav would die here, rather than in their lands. So his corpse would not defile the ground. Some such wording.
Dru simply gave him a disgusted look and walked on, entirely uninterested in what this man had to say. She was doing her best to keep Dav alive, after all. Though he seemed determined to have all of Bree after his neck. But what sort of man would hold such contempt for someone who had not even harmed him?
Dav walked over to her afterward, and apologized for his poor behaviour. "Well. That is something, in the least." She told him of her disappointment. Of how he had stooped rather low in those past few hours. He oddly agreed, but still refused to apologize to Hawke, claiming as he struck first, he would not apologize to him. In the back of her mind, Dru still thought it rather amusing that he thought Hawke was a Bree lass.
Balnirar approached them, wishing to speak with Dru. Davamir once again surprised her by apologizing to the dwarf.
Davamir also stood up for her, in his own way, telling Aranoll constantly that she could hold her own. That she could handle all of this and more. And he seemed annoyed and somewhat angry at Aranoll's patronizing and coddling manner toward her; nearly as annoyed as she was.
She and Dav spoke momentarily, her temper now quite cooled. By the time he had walked away, she did not hate him quite as much. He seemed to do that quite often.
"Such a brat," she had murmured to herself, then had pleasant conversation with the dwarf. He thanked her for taking the kick for him, and pledged her his service. Afterwards, she left the inn and headed "home" for the evening.
She had entirely enough of people for more than a day..
Yet...she felt that she needed to do something to relax, rather than her constant planning and working. She had heard of some Harvest Ball nearby. "Would that be such a terrible idea?" She bit her lip, laying back on her bed in an attempt to slow her mind.
