Izzey's facial expression looked rather surprised, as the mercenary had sheathed his sword and stuck out his hand in what would appear to be a deal of accepted betrayal, that was, until the mercenary had revealed his true intentions, which would bring a pleased smile back to her face.

The crack of a completely broken and dislocated elbow made a sound and image so disturbing that it even had caused a mentally unstable mage to cringe, "Ewww," She noised in response as she watched the extraordinary display of physical brutality.  The victim would scream in terrible agony, before shortly after being put to silence as his head hit the cobblestone ground. 

The archers had gotten up by now, however, they had no done much but stare in awe at the shocking event that had just taken place. A few citizens were peaking out the tavern, covering their mouths in shock as they witnessed the spectacle that was taking place outside. There was a long silence after the event. All eyes were on the scene of the mercenary. The archers, now without much of a reason to continue pursuit, seeing as the organizer of the pursuit was most likely completely dead, slowly picked up their bows, and began to make a slow and peaceful retreat.

"All hail King Albrecht!" Shouted the mage from the roof, breaking the silence with clapping. One could only wonder if people would now begin to associate the mercenary's face everytime they began to gossip about a disfavored and delusional orange haired mage around Adeluna. Pulling the said 'accursed scroll' from her side satchel, which faintly glowed with a mystical and unnatural aura, she unrolled it, and removed her hand. The scroll, amazingly, remained unrolled in the air, allowing the mage to read over it as she began making movements with both her hands, which both now glowed with a scarlet colored aura in her palms. "Now onward we go king! To legend!" She called, in order for him to come join her on the roof. An abnormal black dot appeared in the air, and began widening in size to form a spreading black ring. Inside the black ring was what appeared to be a reflection of another land, as if looking at it through a mirror; she was opening a portal to their next destination.  

At the sound of a sudden inquiry, the scarlet robbed Archmage turned his attention to the mercenary standing outside, who had the longsword lazily situating on his shoulder. His facial expression revealed one of great irritation from the woman on the roof, as he stared the mercenary down for few seconds. "You would protect this lunatic?!" He began, albeit loudly "Do you even know who this bumbling fool is?!"  He continued to exclaim. It seemed that shouting and exclaiming statements very loudly was a shared trait among mages for some reason. 

"I am the greatest mage of all of the lan—"

"Silence girl!" Interrupted another exclamation from the scarlet robbed Archmage.

"Allow me to inform you, of who your ambitious client here truly is! A thief, an impersonator! She boast powers not even her own, powers stolen from the very Adeluna Royal Library, powers stolen from my very own office! Copying and transcribing spells she has neither the skill nor the intelligence to even can comprehend–all in that accursed magic scroll of hers! That scroll holds great danger and destruction in that fool's hands, illegal and forbidden magics man ought to never touch. This self-proclaimed greatest of scholar of the lands is nothing more but a thief and a liar, using spells which aren't even her own!"

"Behold, the jealousy and envy of my admirers!" Proclaimed the orange haired voice again from the roof.

"Five hundred gold, mercenary!" The mage suddenly offered. "Five hundred for this impersonating lunatic's head, here and now! You stand on the wrong side. She offers you nothing but lies and death. Do a noble deed for a city of Adeluna."

((OOC: The murder stroke appears :D The day has been made)) 

Sometime before the men reached into their quivers, loud rings akin to a deafening bell could be heard from within the tavern. It would not be long after, before the door would fling open, and the hired hand could suddenly be seen hurling a blade at one of the archers, who now had been in the process of loading his bow in the direction of the figure on the roof. The blade spun through the air, it's hilt hitting against the side of one of the loading archers, causing him to release a grunted, 'Oof!" and stumble to the side, eventually into fall. The other archer, rather baffled by the sudden occurrence that had just taken place, took a quick and baffled glace at the newly appeared mercenary, before changing the aim of his loaded arrow from the figure on the roof, to the newly appeared figure.

Suddenly, something smacked the man aside the head, less armored and protected than his platemailed, swordsman companions. Upon impact, a loud 'splat' sound could be heard, as the man stumbled to the side. Quickly regaining his balance, he immediately turned his head in the direction where the gooey projectile had flown from, which would reward him with yet another projectile, this time directly to the face, causing another, 'splat' sound. The man, now having a face fully covered in the dark brown substance, raised his hands to wipe the gooey residue from his face. It was mud. In the midst of this action however, yet another projectile made it's vicious descent upon him, this time on the chest, causing him to stumble again. Another would appear, and then another, into what would eventually become a full barrage of mud. The man stumbled upon each impact from the projectiles, into what would eventually lead to a complete fall, as he was completely overcome by the muddy onslaught. There he lied, covered in a gooey pile of muddy filth.

"Behold," Shouted the assailant from above, "Fear the wrath of the mightiest practicer of the magical arts! The legendary, the one and only, Izzey Ius!" The exclamation was one of great pride, as it boasted it's muddy victory. 

It would not the long after that, however, before another projectile in response to hers would would be making it's violent launch towards the roof of the boasting assailant. It was a projectile, much more hazardous and violent than an arrow from a archer; it was a large projectile of blazing fire."Flamma percusserit!" An authoritative voice would exclaim, an unnatural, almost ghost-like echo through the air, as he proclaimed the words of the magical chant. As the flaming projectile soared through the air with a strong scorching sound, aimed directly for the mage on the roof, she jumped and rolled to the side, in a unexpectedly skillful manner, the projectile completely burning right through the roof just a few feet away from her. It seemed that this was not her first experience with dodging such projectiles. The burning force of the flaming projectile was so great, that, rather than setting the entire roof on fire, it burned right through the location it hit, and continued its fiery ascension into the sky, leaving black residue and rising smoke.

"Do not play games with me, you untrained excuse of a conjurerer!"  The Royal Archmage from below would eventually exclaim. "Give me that scroll!" 

Izzey's eye lit with joy, as she heard the man's response, and observed him getting his gear together. "Yeees, you see it now too!" She exclaimed, refolding the map together, and placing it back into her small satchel. "We finally share the same eyes! You and I, we see it! We see that which these simple-minded peasants cannot possibly imagine!"

There were more snarkles from the other table, along with surprise, when it was seen that Albrecht was now in the process of gathering his gear together after hearing out the mad woman's ramblings. "Nice knowin ya, mate." One man from the other table mumbled, insinuating sure demise.

"You need only require our courage and fire!" Izzey replied, as she stood up enthusiastically.

"Izzey Ius!" A roaring exclamation suddenly sounded from outside the tavern door. The voice held such great authority that the once great multitude of sounds of conversation and clattering utensils within the tavern came to a sudden silence, as it's inhabitants now directed their gazes outside. "Under the Adeluna Guard you are under arrest!"

"Uh oh.." The woman lowly mumbled.

Her enthusiastic expression remained, eyes continuing to sparkle as the man asked his inquiry. She remained quiet for some time, waiting for the serving girl to do her work, and looking at her suspiciously, before continuing to speak.

"King Albrecht, you are wise, as a king should be." She eventually spoke, quite seriously toned now, as she suddenly began to reach into a small satchel on her side. What would come across the table, would be something quite large, something quite old and worn, with strong indents where it had been folded, further indicating it's age; a map. The paper was so fragile and worn, it looked as if the slightest force would tear the thing apart. The browning of the paper further indicated it's very worn aging. The drawings of the map itself were fading, yet still quite visible enough to understand what the locations were. However, the most important feature of this map, was what had been added to it with quill and ink. With quill and ink, were drawn circlings of various locations. Each circled location, had a tiny written list of things written on each side. Some of the things on this list were unreadable, either in a foreign language, or perhaps no language at all. Other things, while pronounceable, seemed to have no known or understood meaning. Yet there were a few things, which were readable. The few things which could be read on the list seemed to be various spells names of some sort. The circlings and writing style was so finely and intricately done, that it looked like something completely impossible to have been done by it's current owner, given her current mental state.

"Al!" She exclaimed, immediately taking it upon herself to provide him with a nickname, whether he desired one or not. "How could I have forgotten? Of course! The legendary Izzey Ius never forgets a face." Observing the man for a few seconds, she continued, "However you seem a lot more…taller and less overweight than I remember. Have you been dieting?" Lost in her own ramblings and thoughts for a few more moments, her attention was quickly redrawn by the man's question.

"Of course! What more wondrous opportunity could there be, than being in the very presence of someone as great as myself? And yet…I lack muscle." She continued, flexing her right arm. 

"Have you seen them? They say, 'There she is, the greatest of magicians, the legend of the land!' Hurling their arrows and charging their blades frantically towards me. Who shall blame them for their enthusiasm? For my greatness is worthy of such admiration. Yet, how shall any magician concentrate on spells, under such circumstances? And yet…." She paused, widening her dilated eyes in an attempt to insert her same enthusiasm in the heart of the man, "Treasures and gold they posses. Riches beyond measure, beyond the imagination of any of these peasants of the land. All of it, yours! Abrecht's for the taking! King Abrecht's! How wondrously opportune!"

A few snarkles could be heard in response from a few guest sitting at the other table. They were obviously enjoying the scene.

"Ma'am, the gentleman in the back wishes to discuss your offer." As the words left the server's lips, a pleased facial expression revealed itself, as Izzey turned to face her. She examined the indicated quiet and isolated figure in the back a few seconds, her expression remaining, before putting two hands on the other woman's shoulders, "Great server Catherine! You've done a marvelous deed for today! The gods surely bless you." "It's Clara…" The woman replied with a sigh."Exactly!" Izzey responded, giving little to no acknowledgement of the correction, as she began to make her confident stride towards the apparently interested indivudal. It took her a a few moments to finally find her seat in front of the individual, as the large crowd was a bit challenging to get through, as well as the large pack sitting close to his table. Eventually, though, she'd take her seat front of the man, an enthusiastic and confident smile on her face. "I knew it all along!" she began, "They said, he would not have the bravery to accept it, but I told them, 'He has a heart of steel and iron!' "Leaning forward at the individual from her seat at the table,  she finished with, "What was your name, again? " A suddenly lost expression on her face.

The door abruptly flung open, sounding loudly as it slammed against the wall. Another figure appeared in the overly-crowded tavern, hands raised cheerfully in a stretching welcome to it's guest. "My favored peasants!" The figure exclaimed rather casually, "I have returned!" Behind the clattering utensils and numerous conversations throughout the tavern, however, her rather vocal welcoming had blended in as just another loud voice within the crowd.

A few eating figures looked over momentarily at the new guest, before returning back to their meal. One man in particular, sitting at the table of the large pack, made a grunted sigh before digging his spoon back into his dish, in order to prepare for his next bite. "She's at it 'again'." he mumbled rather wearisomely to another man in front of him. "Whose at it again'?" The younger man curiously mumbled back in return, a curious eye fixed on the the tavern's new guest.

"Behold," She began exclaiming to the surrounding guests across the tavern. "The the greatest scholar of the lands, the mightiest practicer of the magic arts, has again need for assistance! Who shall take up arms in this great and wondrous opportunity?!" Her arms were spread out in a fashion, as if they were awaiting to hug anyone who would choose to come forth, as she turned in a circle from her spot, searching for any potential taker around her. The most common response were ignores, as various guests walked passed her as if she didn't even exist. However, quite a few others also made agitated grumbles and sighs, communicating it wasn't their first experience with seeing her.