A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. I'm sorry this took so long, I've been out of town. Please forgive me!

Shyare made her way to the pub as slowly as possible, she was dreading tonight. It was dark and the stars were shining above her.She thought her dress was too revealing and tried to pull the neckline up a little, at least she still had her trusty boots and knives. The loud music and bellowing voices filled her ears before the pub even came into sight. Shyare took a deep breath before walking into the dimly lit area. She entered the tavern and mader her way to the bar where Vanora stood with a stern face. Delia, one of the survivors from the village, passed drinks from table to table.

"Finally!" Vanora said loudly when catching a glimpse of Shyare. She nodded at the dress in approval, "I'll have two more made for you. Well, ye need to wash out all the glasses," she said quickly while motioning to the large amount of them, "And when someone walks up just answer the order."

Shyare nodded and started. Vanora rushed off in a hurry to some Roman's loudly requesting ale. So far, no one had noticed her. She wanted to stay low. She snuck glances at Tristan who sat in the corner cutting his apple. His feet were propped on the table and Danu sat beside him chattering away with smiles. Achilles lay at his side chewing happily on a bone. Shyare couldn't help but smile when she saw Dagonet and Flidais, the new healer, talking quietly among themselves. Bors kept and eye on all the children as they rough-housed. She saw Tadg and Gebann run between the tables laughing, someof the customers glaring at them.Gawain and Galahad threw knives while drinking, their aim becoming further and further off with each refill of their glass.She noticed that their commander did not join them.

Shyare continued her job quietly and undetected for the next half hour. Achilles finally noticed her and trotted her way while wagging his tail. Shyare's eyes widened and she tried to silently shoo him away. He took no heed of her hands that motioned him to scram and jumped up against her, knocking her to the ground. She struggled to push the large animal away. It was just her luck that her companion chose the worst times to ignore his training. Shyare happened to notice a discarded bonein her reach and tossed it over the bar. Achilles's ears perked up and he ran off in search of his new treat. Shyare attempted to get up casually and dust herself off as if nothing had happened. It was too late though, a group of Roman soldiers who had seen her headed her way.

Shyare looked away, avoiding their gaze, acting as if she were shy. The Romans grinned at each other and sat on the stools before her. One snuck behind the bar and began to nuzzle her neck. Shyare couldn't supress her scowl and look of disgust.

"What? You don't like that?" one infront of her said loudly.

"Let me explain," the one behind her said softly, "You are new, I will let this slip by me. You are a wench, you do whatever, and I mean whatever we ask of you."

Shyare put on a smile and nodded, "I understand," she said sweetly, "that you don't know who you're talking to."

The Roman's laughed at her. Her small smile had become a grin. She stepped on the man's foot and elbowed him in the stomach. He bent over and she turned around to knee him in the face. He fell to the ground. His friends finally got over the shock and jumped over the bar to attack her. Shecontinued to smileand pulled twin knives from her boots.A glint in her eye brightened her face, she was enjoying this. The Roman's looked at each other nervously, but decided to go ahead anyways. The first of three ran at her. He stormed towards her with a short sword raised above his head. She simply dodged and punched him, knocking him out instantly. The second was a bit more hesitant and turned around her, he made a move at her stomach, but she jumped back and kicked him in the side, while he was down and bent over, she smashed a piece of pottery over his head. The third looked at his friends and then the woman who had just managed to knock them out. His eyes widened when she got into a fighting stance. The Roman dropped in sword in fright and yelped before scampering off. Shyare put her weapons away and looked at the damage with a small frown, she didn't even bloody her knives.

Bors, from across the room had witnessed the entire scene. He grinned and walked towards her. His child was cradled in one arm, the other bastards took no notice and continued to wrestle amongst each other on the floor. Shyare continued with her glasses as if nothing had happened.

"Shyare," Bors said while sitting infront of her.

She looked up with a startled expression, and whispered to him, "I didn't want anyone to recognize me."

"I think it will be a bit difficult after that," he said while motioning to the three unconcious Romans.

She shrugged, "No one else seems to have cared."

A/N: So, that was the beginning of Shyare's first night working. I had to split the chapter in half. I hope everyone enjoyed this. Please review, no flames. It may be a couple days until I update, but I promise a good chapter. I look forward to the reviews!