Word quickly got out among the members of the Company that Emberyn had a little celebration planned. Things had been going good for her lately and the heavy armor she had ordered was finally finished for her to use. Hence: ale at the Prancing Pony! The group took one of the side rooms for themselves and settled in for a good evening. Emberyn was buying drinks for all and the group soon had practially everyone there with the exception of Lirandel who was - as usual - out on important business. One can easilly see why he elected to designate an officer to the Company to run things for him. While there Sayvara also presented Adjanah with a couple of shining new daggers... with a mental note to herself to also get Emberyn a new sword. Another hike to get the iron will be necessary.
Anyway... soon the talk came to training. Archibold told a few riddles to jog the mind... the effect of which when under the influence of alcohol can be debated. 
In the midst of that, Sayvara also seemed to ask a riddle, though this mostly seemed to go unheard. Shortly thereafter she seemed to lose some of her high spirit and sat simply watching the fireplace while the other continued their ale-fueled debates. She soon left the room and headed for the main room of the Pony.
(( Here starts what happened off-screen ))
After Sayvara had left the room she didn't come back... however those that went out to Barliman for more ale/drinks could easilly spot her in the main room, seemingly wanting some time to herself. All and well so far...
But about an hour later, upset voices can suddenly be heard... one of them seems to be Sayvara working up a fervour. There is a heated argument going on and Sayvara can be heard warning someone to "Back off!". Those that have gotten to know her recently can easilly tell that she is in no mood for horseplay... things are about to go very sour.
And indeed they do. The rest of the Black Thorns step out in the main room of the Prancing Pony just in time to see Sayvara reach for an ale stein on the table and swing it in a backhand with all her strength. The golden beverage flies in a foaming spray onto those nearby. The crunching, teethshattering THUD as the bottom of the large tin mug makes contact with a man's right cheek can be felt just as well as heard. He flies to the side and lands on one of the long tables. It holds but everything on it is broken or spilled.
The Prancing Pony explodes in chaos. Some scramble to get out of the way. Others yell upset at I) being splashed with ale II) the violence III) losing their food and drinks IV) all of the above. Sayvara lunges for the man. A few brave souls try to get in her way and are partially successful as they manage to slow her down until the rest of the Company elbows their way through the crowd and grab hold of her.
Three things are unmistakably clear about her state of mind: she is very drunk; she is absolutely furious; and she will kill this man now if not contained, no matter the consequences. By the time the strongest in the Company manage to start dragging her out of the tavern she shouts at the man something to the effect of that she will hunt down his "hero captain" and bury him in a march somewhere. The man she attacked spits a large bloody glob, decorated with a couple of teeth, after her and swears something unintelligable.
While you haul her off to another inn to let her calm down and eventually sleep off the drunkedness she gives little detail about what it was all about. You will have to ask her when she wakes up...
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*cough* That is all.