"Wait, no, don't go up there!" Niamh yelled after the men as they ran up the stairs with their torches.
They paid her no heed as they chased the wild-eyed man, and the rest of the people in the tavern began to leave as smoke filled the air.
Aargh! she thought angrily. Why can't people just think for once!
She set her fiddle and bow on the stool and ran quickly up the stairs after the men.
Niamh watched the barefoot man leave, the waitress get shuttled upstairs, and the man hiding under the table.
She also watched the flames from the mens' torches get very, very close to the wooden ceiling.
...Maybe it was no longer a good idea to worsen the mood. She stopped playing.
"If you are hunting a witch," she called to the men, "then perhaps you should remove your torches from the ceiling and actually begin looking?"
Niamh watched the chaos ensue. She wondered why the men at the door had brought torches into a very dry, very much wooden building.
She set down the lute, picked up the fiddle, and began playing a tense melody instead.
Perhaps something interesting would happen. She certainly wasn't above using unsuspecting people for her own entertainment.
She looked for the barefoot man again. He was certainly being chatty tonight, wasn't he?