A bright light imposed itself upon her vision, summoning a grunt from the yoreiqi as she shifted her head to look at it. Her hand moved to shield her eyes by instinct as Rica tried to discern the odd looking outline of a figure.
Sadly, before she could react, before she could answer the Connlaothian's offer, the man rolled off her, moving into violence with speed uncanny. The woman gasped, scrambling to her feet with wide eyes. The man had lost his mind, most obviously, and she didn't think twice before trying to stop him.
The yoreiqi moved as fast as she could, but she failed to get to Tavath in time to stop the chair from flying. She knew she couldn't possibly bring this barrel of a man down, but she had to do –something-. The woman stepped up to the Connlaothian, hand aiming to latch onto the collar of the man's shirt. She jerked back as much as she could, and tried to use the confusion she hopefully made to loop one of her arms under and around his shoulder.
Then she rocked back on her heels, but knew even that wouldn't do too much good against the Connlaothian. With a growl, her wings fanned out and the yoreiqi began flapping them like a mad bird, sending a current of air towards Xaviar while trying to pull Tavath back.
The tavern-owning trio behind her moved as well, the barkeep shouting at his sons to throw the troublemakers out.
((Feel free to take over the NPC's if it eases your writing. *nodnod*))