Isadette is taken aback by the shock of being hit by a chair, but her fire is quickly refueled with total rage. She shows no restraint, and gives all of her power in to a voltage spell, paralyzing the Orc for about two minutes. She then takes her sword from it's sheath and, pinning his arms and legs down, carves her name in to his clavicle. She gets up, kicks him in the ribs, buys her drink, and leaves, stopping briefly to tell the Argonian "You ruined my drink." and toss the rest of the bag to the Innkeeper. "DRINKS ON THE ORC!", she yelled, and made her exit. She'd come back in the day, when there were less oafish drunks starting fights. Or maybe she'd wander around the town for information. There were other Inns to investigate, as well. Such uncalculated attacks had no place in a fight against a trained and tried assassin such as herself, and she didn't want to draw up too much of a commotion. It was still fun to have a good warm up, though.