An uprising commotion occurred rather suddenly, and, despite having a forward knowledge of this happening, the performer senses jolted into action as her heart steadily began beating faster, commonly noted to fear. One difference that caused her fear was that this wasn’t a normal area she’d be entertaining in; the crowd is less likely to be controlled here, as say if she were in a more rural town. Her first immediate thought: Into her inn room and lock the doors, grab her bag, and run. Yes, that sounded like a good plan to her.

Slowly, the Gadrelle backed up on the stage, gripping her violin firmly, and senses greater to observe the actions of most of the drunkards around her. A way around? Sure, there had to be. And that is what she was looking for. Her first glance lead her to an opening to the western side of the room, where she could probably slip through and bolt for the stairs that lead to her room, hardly anyone was appearing to notice or be at that side, so it was better at least to try. If worse came to worse, and if she could get there fast enough, the performer would have a much better chance defending her own self if she could just get her staves from her room.

The girl slipped to the edge of the room, against the wall, and started to make her way to her room.
However,

One, fairly tall and muscular, drunk stepped directly in front of her and grinned, followed by a few of his buddies that circled around the girl to secure the fact that she wouldn’t be going anywhere. One to the girl’s right removed her grip from the violin and tossed it aside. She grumbled to herself, “If that thing breaks, I swear I will make sure hell rises upon you…”

“And where do you think you might be off to there, little lady,” the, who seemed to be, leader grinned once more. “A girl like you only has one purpose for performing, and that will be with me tonight.”

‘Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…’ her mind trailed, but remained silent to the speaker and his group, thinking of ways to get out.

One of the men behind her lunged forward to restrain her, but, thanks to her senses, the girl heard his feet move and sidestepped, turning slightly, out of his way. The guy next to him, however, oversaw this ability to catch her off guard, and took that ability. Gadrelle’s eyes slightly widened as she could feel arms going around her and pulling her back against the body of one of the men, restraining her quickly from moving. The sudden contact resulted the young girl to scream, which the man’s first response to it happened to threaten the girl with a knife to the neck.

“Like I said, it’s with me tonight,” the leader calmly stated, smirking.