*Alanna's eye twitches as she looks behind Bar and under tables.*

I will find you. Don't think I won't. *She growls.* And when I do, I'm going to shove that lute or whatever other instrument you are mangling where... well, somewhere they don't talk about at polite court gatherings.

*She stops and considers the words.* I am not afraid of my own shadow. However... you didn't say I was ten feet tall... *She smiles. It's slightly frightening.* You may live.