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Adisla watched as the man adjusted the rag on his face before speaking in a shaky voice, "Well, Commander, there have been several slavers that were..." Stopping short as he saw Adisla's lip snarl and her grip tighten on the shaft of the halbers, he gulped despite the fact that his mouth was dry with fear before continuing, "I see that you already know that. Well, I have also heard that there was a werewolf attack on a settlement towards the Verden border."

Adisla narrowed her eyes as he spoke, her gaze shifting above his head as she imagined a map of the area in her head. Of course, the narrowed eyes caused the barkeep to flinch tremendously, his memories of the pain Adisla's anger had caused him in the past coming to the fore front of her mind, but she paid him no mind. Looking back down at the man, she asked, "Werewolves are not usually bold enough to attack to attack a home. Alone wagon, sure, but not usually a whole settlement. Tell me everything you have heard."

Alfred let out his breath carefully, having bee ln holding it in the fear that she would not care to hear his information. Reaching down to pull out another rag, he switched it with the one held to his face before speaking, "Well, I've heard from several reliable sources that it was a partial den of werewolves, with approximately 6 in total attacking the settlement. It was right off the river, getting dangerously close to Verden territory. I'm not sure if you sh-."

His words were cut off as Adisla slapped her hand over his mouth and stood, slightly using him as leverage. Looking down at where his chin was now placed firmly against the counter, she smiled and nodded before placing her hand on her helm. Placing the helmet back on her head, she raised his head up from the counter and held her hand out afterwards with her palm up. Seeing him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, she grabbed hold of his amputated arm and squeezed it slightly. He gasped in pain at first until suddenly a yellow light emitted from her palm. The magic combined with his stump and made his entire arm glow a yellow hue up to his shoulder. Realeasing his hand, the light faded slowly from his shoulder and moved down his arm. As it came, his arm seemed slightly skinnier wherever the light faded. Moving down his forearm, it went past the end of the stub and formed the shape of a hand. Slowly, the light began to fade away, revealing a functional hand. Seeing the tears coming to the man's eyes, Adisla snorted before speaking, "Now, keep telling me the truth or you will lose it...again."

Turning to leave the inn, she chuckled softly as she heard Alfred thank her, his throat choking the words off as he began to cry. Looking down at her hand that perdormes the magic, she laughed softly as she felt her connection to it growing stronger, a link that she could use to kill the man by his own hand if he disappointed her again. Walking back through the doors of the inn, she headed towards the stables to get her horse, the forest and its news calling to her.