Vika stops down the street from the inn; now is not the time to test that restraining order, slaughtering her way through the enforcers seems counter-productive to getting her revenge as fast as possible. She pats the druid down with her hand, brushing snow off.

"Question," she says in the kind of frank tone someone might begin doing your taxes in. "After I do some reading on the matter what are your feelings on being tied up, pending...the reading...and a conversation with my friend?"