Look for some protection

You're clearly in no position to fight anyone currently - and actually as a waitress will you ever be? What does a waitresses level up tree look like!? - You briefly ponder the fact that you've never met a high level waitress before. Though to be fair you've also never, well... you've also never *actually* been outside the town before. So who knows what wonders await beyond its walls? or what is and isn't possible.....? Anyway, you're digressing..

You can't fight anyone in your current state, with any realistic hope of not dying at least. You picture yourself escaping the area in the chaos, with your strong knowledge of the town, but that also seems like a big risk - one wrong move; a stray fireball, a passing hero who feels like casually slaughtering some locals, or being ripped apart in the claws of some monster. None of it seems very appealing.

So what does that leave you with? You realise that you need help from someone else. Preferably someone with muscles and a big sword. At least until you've found your feet with this newfound resolve of yours. And some covering for your feet. And maybe some actual armour, rather than this ridiculous maid's dress.

You scan around the restaurant slightly desperately. The town warning bells are still ringing in your ears, and you can faintly hear the clinks of metal and stone outside as the fighting draws closer. Half of the patrons have already run outside to join the fray or try and escape the area, leaving you with just the remaining few who are still inside selecting weapons, performing battle blessings, and readying themselves for the fight.

Who can you turn to?

Your eyes settle on a wizened old mage in the corner muttering incantations, no.. he looks far too serious and self-important to talk to you. Across the room a huge barbarian, with muscles rippling across his body look more the type, but as you watch he lifts a sword above his head, bellows a deafening battle cry, and rushes out the door..

Which leaves you with just the human warrior who was staring at your tits a few moments ago.

You sigh. Urgh. Oh well, beggars cant be choosers. Although not at all as impressive as the afforementioned barbarian, and a little young looking, he must be several levels above you at least, and he does have a full set of leather armour and a really quite sharp looking sword, which is more than you can say for yourself. He was also clearly somewhat 'charmed' by you already, which might just help your case.

He is getting up from inventory sorting, tightening his sword belt as you approach, and as you get near he turns to look at you properly, somehow managing to imbue his look with a kind of laddish swagger that you are already annoyed by even before you start to speak. Here goes nothing.

You open your mouth wordlessly, having only momentarily thought about what you were going to say, and then you start speaking....