Syn Azazel's Story

The look on the former master Zeno's face, was pure and utter enjoyment for Syn. Everything was perfect in her mind. The way his body laid on the floor, him trying to reach up like he could even do anything. It was all just too good. His raspy voice trying to speak as he coughed up blood. "W-why?" was all he could say. A jagged knife stuck from his chest as Syn laughed standing over him. Slowly she used her heel to apply pressure to the knife.

"Why you ask? What ever could you mean by that?" She asked confused and acted slightly hurt by the question. "I'm just doing what you taught me to do. To kill!" A devilish grin grew as he hair fell in front of her face. Only her red eyes could still be seen in the shadows of the room. "And why shouldn't I? You lost the only thing of value because you just went a bit over board in torturing him. Of course he would fight back Remeil isn't as weak as you gave him credit for." She began to circle him like a predator about to claim it's prey. "It was silly to think you had any power at all. But maybe I can teach you just how powerless you really are." Quickly reaching for his leg she dragged him out of the room waiting for him were several people he had forced to fight and kill. "See all of them want to thank you for what you did." Leaving him in the center of the room she gave a ire chuckle. "Have fun boys and girls." The door creaked shut as she left the room Zeno's screams echoing down the hallway. A cruel smile still plastered to her face.

"Alright boys it's time to go hunting!" He voice carried to the main hall where several heavily armed men waited for her. Each seemed in a daze not really aware of their surroundings. Slight moans existed from their helmets. Despite this state they all began to follow her to the stables. "Now Remmy I hope you doing just fine. I pray your happy and well." An uncharacteristic smile that would fit a girl in love rather then a woman who enjoys killing more than anything else. "I want you to know what true joy is just so I can tear it away from you." And with that statement her true sadistic smile returned.

She mounted the nearest horse and began her charge in the direction of a messenger had said Remeil fled. She along with four guards in tow. Scanning the forest for any signs of life, struggle, or even corpses. Seeing several bodies laying on the ground to the right. Moving closer to the obvious where the fight had happened she notices Guard-captain Conner laying dead in a pool of blood. Slowly she came to a stop and looked at his lifeless body. "Oh I weep for you oh great captain of the guard." she sniffled before proceeding to kick the corpse repeatedly. "Where did all that pride get you? Dead in the woods with a hole in the chest." she laughed hysterically as she kicked. "And you even had the audacity to try and kill that which is mine. I wish you still breathed just so I could kill you myself you." After several minutes of having fun she decided to start to restart her original task of hunting down Remeil.

She continued her path until she found herself on the edge of Brainde. "Looks like the fun begins here." Removing herself from her horse she ordered the guards to stay here. Grabbing a cloak from one of the sacks, she wrapped it around herself to hide her face. Moving stealthily threw the ally ways looking for prey.

Syn watched carefully for any signs Remeil, passing in and out of ally ways doing her best not to be seen. Unfortunately the rain made it difficult for her to keep stealth, the constant sound of her feet against the wet ground annoyed her greatly.

Stopping in her tracks as she arrived in front of what she assumed was a inn called 'The Minstrel's Mug'. Slowly inching her way up to the door and peering inside."Excellent..." a delightful smile moved across her face as she saw her prey. "Remeil I found you." The slumbering form of Remeil sat at the end of the inn surrounded by people. "Looks like the poison is still in his system. Well that's no fun." Rather than attacking him right out a twisted plot came to mind. Working her way to the group, she made he way to a neko setting next to Remeil. "Excuse me but is t-that Remeil. Oh I do believe it is." a blush appeared as she said his name.

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At long last, a crippled dwarf woman appeared from behind the bar, apologizing for the clerk's inability to answer and started detailing the rooms available.

And there was some mention of redecorating...strange. Now that she thought of it, while Altara had seen the inn was still named the Minstrel's Mug, and the face of this half dwarf seemed ever slightly familiar, some other details in this inn felt a little...off. Not that she could distinctively remember what they used to be like, though.

"...I suppose I'll take a private room.Keep the change if you want," she finally managed, fishing out a single gold coin and handing it to the crippled half dwarf. Of course, her relinquishing of the change was less an act of goodwill and more of her wanting to just get to bed as soon as possible. Taking the key to one of the private rooms, she was about to leave, when...

Two fingers landed upon her left shoulder plate--without much force, but hard enough to get the red-haired knight's attention. There was a young person with long, flowing black hair staring at her with an unsure expression. "Ms...Alta...Altara?" a quiet voice uttered, from that person's lips.

Wait...what?!

As Altara watched with a stunned expression, too startled to respond, this person suddenly turned away, looking embarrassed. "I... I'm sorry. That can't be your name. It's my mind playing tricks on me. Heh..." With that, the strange black-haired person started walking away, towards the half-dragon's group.

Staring after the flowing black locks for a while, Altara felt even more confused. This person...she knew my name! Then, wait...does she know anything else about me? Anything that happened before...

...that was a boy.

That completely irrelevant, almost offhanded thought popped into Altara's mind without warning, and scattered her thought process even further. Wait, how did I know that?! I've never seen this person before...well...I don't remember meeting him, anyway! Just who is he?! And...who am I?!!

Her own left hand, clad in silver armor, reached out and caught the black-haired boy on the shoulder. "Wait," she commanded. "This is our first meeting, isn't it? And yet, how do you know my name?" A note of desperation began to enter her voice, and whoever just walked into the inn completely phased past Altara's awareness. "Does this mean...you know something about what happened before I lost all my memories?"

A delicate grin graced Scarlet's lips as she was given permission to pet the kittygirl's tail. Scarlet loved animals more than anything in the world (or at least she thinks she does.) and the girls soft talk was so intriguing. As she continued to pet the girls tail, she noticed her somewhat strange hairstyle wasn't actually all hair and that in fact, she had cat ears as well as the tail. It almost seemed that Cardista was a cure for her shyness and the key to at least one memory. She could "remember" being a small girl, playing on the floor of a tavern when a man walked in with a small crate. He looked at Scarlet and smiled before setting the crate down and lifting a small black kitten with a white crescent moon on it's chest out of it. The man handed her the kitten and told her to take good care of it. She set the playful kitten down and began petting her before calling her by her new name for the first time. "Luna". Just then, she remembered where she was and noticed that she had started lightly brushing her fingers through Cardista's hair at some point in her memory. "I, I'm so sorry Ma'am. I didn't mean to mess up your hair or anything" Right after Scarlet said this, another young woman walked into the inn and came directly to the table she was at and began asking about the man with his head on the table. Scarlet almost instantly had a bad feeling about this person, but couldn't understand why.

Kazu's eyes widened. So he had remembered the red-haired knight. He turned around to quickly face her, the surprise still evident on his face. He felt as though, he couldn't even remember how to speak at this moment, but he pushed past that feeling. "N-No, we've met before, I think... I can't really remember, but I knew your name when I saw you in the street. And there was another woman as well. She was in blue cloth robes, and a man in a white shirt with a brown leather vest and pants. He had a sword on his hip, and... and.. uh... his name was... it was... It started with an 'E'!" The memory had began coming back to him more vividly than before, but it started to fade away. "The four of us... we were all inside of a cavern or a tunnel of some sort and we were fighting together... but after that... I can't remember." The Twin Blade shut his eyes tightly, trying to make the memory come back, but his mind bare no fruit as the memory faded. "D... Do you know who either of those other people were? If... If we can find them, then maybe they can help us..."

Edvisg

After fishing the girl out the correct change, she turned all her attention to the half dragon. Placing her hands on her rounded hips she grinned brightly up at him. "Are you a welcomed sight for my one good eye!" She wasn't afraid to make sure of her battle scars to her they were like he own badges of courage and sweet reminders of the exciting life she once lived. She shot a look over to her employee Kern, snapping her finger to try to wake the blonde beautiful man out of his gaze. He normally had a look confusion on his face, not being the brightest one, but he was a hard worker and seemed to remember how to pour drinks, though him making change frightened the hell of Edvisg. "You need to stop all this daydreaming love and go see what these kind folks would like to drink..." She sighed shaking her head some as she watch him make way over the party's table to take there orders. She return all attentions to her old acquaintance. "So Tollun, I'm glad to see you not in chains my friend. Are you here for rest and relaxation, a place to hang low, or maybe I can get you something to eat and drink. Whatever you need is on the house dear. Or maybe to you just missed looking at my lovely self?" She laughed jokingly.

Kern

The giant of a young man standing near 7 foot tall came up to the table making a mental note of all the faces one by one. His blonde bowl cut hair seemed to get in the way of his soft green eyes, blowing upward some before sweeping it out of the way. His clothing looks of good quality but not tailored properly to his lengthy form, the sleeves of his dark brown tunic cut off several inches before his wrists, and his black pants looked as though he had known the rain was coming and was perpared to wade through a flooded street. He offered the table a goofy smile before speaking, "Welcome one and all to the infamous..." (Edvisg chimed in, " No, no, no darling! it's the FAMOUS...")"Sorry ma'am...The Famous Minstrel's Mug. Best food and drink in all of Brainde! How may I offer my humble assistance to you all this evening?!" It was clear to see the dwarven woman must of had him rehearse this sh-peel quite ofter, by all the pausing and over exaggeration in his tone as he spoke. That and the small fist pump he seemed to give think he nailed it. He waited patiently waiting for everyone to tell him their orders. One thing he had ease with remembering for a short time at least was orders.

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Whatever was happening, it seemed the black-haired boy was just as confused as she was--he somehow did know her name, and he remembered he met her, yet everything else was foggy for both of them...

But something bothered Altara even more--he had mentioned a girl in blue robes had been present at their meeting. Could it be...that same girl I always keep dreaming up?! Then...she's not just a hallucination! But if that's the case, who is she?!

Her teeth clenched in frustration at all the questions that kept popping up without end, but she managed to refrain from losing her calm altogether. Searching her mind futilely for the story this boy just told her, she couldn't find anything close to it. "...I can't remember any of what you just said," she replied quietly. "I still don't recognize you, and I don't remember being in a cave with you or that man you mentioned. But..."

Glancing around a bit as though she were worried someone would hear, the red-haired knight pulled him closer (a bit too forcefully) and whispered quietly, "There's someone I keep seeing everywhere around me. When I'm walking, in my dreams, anywhere. And she was dressed in blue robes, just like that girl you mentioned. Until now, I thought she was only a weird fantasy, but...you've seen her too, and you...knew my name, so that must mean..."

She couldn't find the right words to continue, and with a shaking lip, ended up gently releasing him. "Never mind...now I'm probably the one sounding like a lunatic at this point," she muttered, feeling the rest of her emotional drive vaporize.

Cardista coed back softly to the young girl, having always enjoyed her hair being played with or ears stroked a lot like the animal she shared so many features to. "No harm done!" If anything it reminded her of a person she used to travel with, at least she thought it did having quite fuzzy memories herself...a man, not a lover or even a particularly kind man, but not a slave owner like the others seemed to of had. She would accompany him on small quest and aid in carrying his spoils back to town to sale. If she had performed a good job he would always give her a scratch behind the ears... or a kiss on the forehead. If she did badly he would lash out violently smacking her on the head and pull her tail...maybe...If it had be real or a dream she wasn't all too sure at the moment. Either way she was enjoying her current companions. She gave Remeil another small poke this time to the forehead, before petting his hair once more, lost in thought. Maybe because she liked the feel that's why she continued to do it to him every so often. He may find it comforting too.

Lost in thought she almost jumped up from her seat being startled by the unexpected female saying his name. Cardista looked up at her giving her an appraisal with those blue and green eyes, studying the way she carried herself. Maybe she was a friend or ally of Remeils. Maybe she was a past lover the way she blushed when she spoke his name. She looked too finely dressed to be a fellow slave. She bit at her lips some as she tried hard to come up with a polite answer not wanting to come off catty if Syn really was a friend of his. "Who are you to my friend here?" Card scooted her chair closer to her friend, giving his shoulder a rather rough shake, not being able to get a clear feel from this strange woman. Thinking over and over please...please wake up. She motioned briefly to the awkward tall man one moment as she continued her attempt to wake her exhausted friend. "Please wake now, Remeil...You need food. Also you have a lady friend here..."

Esclava

Esk nodded and sat back, registering their names. He still had no idea who the knight and the pale girl was, though. Kazu was talking to her frantically, so maybe they knew each other? Well, Esk wasn't going to interrupt their conversation. He did save two spots for them, though, and kept half an eye out in case the pale girl tried to do anything strange to Carista. If anything unwanted happened, Esk was prepared to stop and help mediate the situation. After all, fighting wasn't normally allowed in bars, even if the bartender looked like she had fought a dragon and won. Tired, Esk stared at the door, wondering about the merchant. should I save a place for him...? he frowned, thinking.

His pondering was interrupted when he caught sight of a young woman peering from behind the door of the inn. Esk froze when he saw her smile. It was beautiful and malevolent, and Esk had a sudden flash about seeing a girl dressed in pink with the exact same expression when she had just found an interesting way to end a half-dead monsters life. It was gone as soon as it had appeared, but the feeling the flash of memory had given him remained. He tensed, cautiously watching her enter the room and walk towards them, fear and wariness making him alert. Esk refused to let down his guard, and subtly made sure that his weapons were in reach and easy to pull out if he wished to. Even though she now seemed harmless, friendly and strangely excited to meet Remeil (her cheeks flushed when she mentioned his name for some reason), That smile she had before entering the inn...

Esk moved, making sure that he was in position to protect everyone, especially Carista; who was talking to the woman in the cloak and therefore in the most danger, and Remeil; who was sleeping and therefore defenseless. He paid his full attention to her, prepared to react if she made any move, and waited for the awkwardly tall man who seemed to be their waiter to react to Carissa's beckoning. He nudged Remeil's shoulder, aiding Carista in waking him up. If Remeil had a bad reaction to the woman, Esk was ready to ask her to leave, using force if needed.

The twin-bladed swordsman in black put a hand on Altara's cheek and smiled before he spoke to her. "Well, if we managed to find each other, and we can both remember the same person, isn't that well enough an indicator that the person does indeed exist? I don't know what sort of terms we were on before, weather friends or enemies, but at least until we manage to discover our pasts, i would like it if we could work together. Just for the time being." Just as the door opened, he felt like something was wrong and his hand slipped from Altara's cheek and went to the hilt of one of his swords, but he froze seeing that it was a seemingly gentle looking Half-elf and his grip loosened slowly as if he were conflicted on weather to kill or to let her be. Finally he decided that it would be best if he let her play out her intentions rather than jump to conclusions. He kept his guard as he watched her from beside Altara, feeling very uneasy about her.

Tollun had remained unphased for most of the time in the bar, but when the new girl entered, something bothered Tollun. His glared burned in the direction of the new girl, the obvious signs of his distrust permeating across his body, well beyond his normal, even when he was on the run.

"I will have my normal. I have silver today." Tollun responded, knowing that Edsvig knew that he placed no value, beyond basic monetary, in silver or copper. It was a fact that dragons only cared about gold. He then made sure to tilt himself so that his recently acquired sword, the etching of a dragon still visible, shone in Edsvig's direction.

After another second, or two, Tollun spoke, this time in a hushed tone and in draconic. "Something is not right about the woman who just walked in. She is too well dressed to be acting like that around the red haired man. I don't know who she is affiliated with, but I don't like it."

Tollun hoped that Edsvig was the only other one who knew draconic, but he was prepared otherwise.

Syn looked around the shyly "Oh my I've seem to have drawn the attention of a few people." Giving her lower lip a nervous bite. "I'm sorry if I come off as weird. I must seem out of place since I was also a slave along side him. My clothes are much nicer I am aware but I wasn't forced to fight like him." Reaching down and stroking Remeil's crimson hair. "It would seem that a poison is still coursing through his body. I saw him take a guards blade to the stomach during his escape." She reached into a pouch on her hip and pulled to glass flasks. "The blade was dipped in this Basilisk Venom mixed with a few ingredients to cause paralysis to cover up the real poison. However this is the antidote." She looked closely at Remeil and sighed. "He needs water and to drink with it. Unfortunately the poison is already in the final stages if we don't act quickly he may die before tomorrow." Turning to the others. "We need to get him to a bed quickly."

Listening in, Tollun heard the woman speak of an antidote... and Basilisk Venom. He had long known of it, being a slavers favorite due to the fact that it simply paralyses a victim until the antidote is administered, often killing those that it ends up starving rather than by venom.

Again with hushed draconic, Tollun spoke "You still have the freeleaf roots in the back. I think she isn't lying about the venom, but I doubt the rest. How he was acting and moving, it reminds me too much of when we first met. Kern had to haul me off the table before anyone noticed." A few seconds after that, Tollun came back to reality and continued, "All I know about him is that was a slave that was being chased by some far worse than the ones that chased me out of the city last. They had invisibility potions, but they scattered when their commander fell."

Tollun then reached over for his drink, dropping the appropriate amount of silver before picking up the mug. Taking only a sip off the top, Tollun only took small, fake sips afterwards. He knew what his favorite brew did to him, and right now he didn't need that.

Taking the tea calmly, giving it a small sniff to ensure the strength. Strong enough to restart a dragon's heart, just what Remeil would need. A small, abnormal smile curved across the normally serious face as Tollun marched over to his passed out friend.

With a single movement, the half dragon flung Remeil backwards, using his chair as a balance, as Tollun opened his mouth and poured the warm antivenin tea that saved Tallon's own life so long ago. When the tea had been fully deposited into the sleeping Remeil's mouth, Tollun walked back to the bar, his glaze never leaving its initial target.

Remeil's body collapsed to the ground as his eyes shot opened. A coughing fit came from his lungs as he tried standing up. "Gah...what was that!" Part of him felt like vomiting while the other wanted to keep what little contents existed in his stomachs. Everything felt like it was spinning and his vision was blurring in and out.

"Oh my, it looks like I might have to change my approach." Syn's voices carried through the air barely above a whisper.

Remeil froze at hearing Syn. A cold chill ran up his body and time seemed to slow time. His dream had come to an end. "So Azazel, you've come for me." Using the wall to brace himself he made his way to his feet. Trying to keep his balance he looked at the dark haired woman before him. "Master Zeno has found me."

"Zeno...?" Raising one brow quizzically. "Oh yes him! He's dead, well by now he should be." Syn clapped her hands with a smile and slowly approached Remeil with a strut. "I've come to tell you that and to make sure you haven't died." She ran one finger over his chest. "You should come with me, we can start over just me an you." She kept her tone sweet and sultry. "We could even hunt down other slavers and take everything from them. Including their lives."

"G-get away from me." Remeil pushed her away tripping in the process. "You're lying....Only pain....Serpent Rose." It took everything he had not to pass out again. His eyes darting around the room.

"Oh so you do remember my other name. Now Hell's Blade don't be stubborn and join me." Syn stood over him enjoying how pathetic he looked yet aggravated that he was so weak. "I promise Zeno is dead and can never harm you again."

Cardista shifted to sitting on the table now, paying hard attention to what was transpiring between Syn and Remeil. So they defiantly knew each other...Check.
She wiped the bottom of her sleeve at the corners of her eyes. She may of killed Remeil's wicked master...Check.
She lowered her small legs to the floor with a slight hop down. Syn seemed to dislike slavers too...Check.
Her ears lowered flat to her head not caring for the way Remeil seemed so displeased by the woman's advances and to be honest so was Card. Her tail fluffed as she watch him push the woman's hand away. She pushed in front of him, her back pressed tightly to Remeil. This of course did not provide him much coverage considering she only stood to his mid chest. She puffed up her chest as she narrowed her eyes up at this crazed woman. It was like a loyal pet hoovering over their wounded master. Her hands reaching back to touch at the sides of his hips, curling the tattered material of his shirt into her fingers. Working as his own personal neko shield she gave a small growl. "Remeil doesn't seem to want you here...Which means we don't want you here."

Syn hated causing a large commotion and knowing all eyes were on her. Yet she would make the best of this and have her 'fun'. Oh and how much fun she would have with this adorable act of of protection by this little Neko woman. "Now isn't that just precious. Remeil has already found someone willing to fight for him." Moving slowly to the left and eyeing this would be shield, laughing at the sight. "I, wonder if you would still be standing there if you knew how many innocent people he had killed, would you still be standing there."

Remeil was shaking barely keeping himself standing. Feeling Cardista's hands grip his shirt sent his heart racing. Had he really become so weak he needed someone to stand and protect him. Many had died at his hand no matter how much he wish it wasn't true but Syn's words could not be ignored. "Azazel don't-"

"Shut up Remmy, I'm talking to this girl. Be a good boy and watch as I make her suffer. But don't worry I won't burn her like I did you." She gave him a smile before turning a glare to the cat girl. "Now girly how bout you let go of what belongs to me. Or would you rather fight." pulling a knife our and pointing it in her direction. "Or will Remeil fight me and truly claim his freedom."

"Don't you touch her..."Standing a bit straighter he reached for his blade attached to his waist. As his fingers wrapped around the hilt he felt his berserk side taking over slowly.....

Seeing Remeil grasp his blade, Kazu moved to Syn's flank and drew his own blades, his offhand drawing a smooth curve and it's tip leveled to the floor with his right handed blade seemed to float gracefully overhead. He didn't really know anyone within the inn other than the faint memory of Altara, but he had made a healthy pact with Esclava earlier, and he had been traveling with this group, so his promise of blade and blood would carry to these people as well.

He watched as Cardista attempted to shield Remeil and Syn drew her blade. His voice was lower and full of a dark sense of warning, but still gentle in his bell-like tone as he spoke towards Syn. "You may want to stow your blade Ma'lady. I would want to wetten my swords with the blood of a woman if I could avoid it, but at your current heading and speed, it may just be impossible to change course." His blades seemed as if they were frozen in time, completely unmoving. The intent to kill with his first strike was clearly evident as his lilac eyes affixated into Syn's eyes of burning crimson.

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While Altara and the black-haired boy were talking, the boy seemed to notice something going on behind them, and started watching it from behind Altara with an uneasy look, as though he had a sixth sense. Looking in the same direction, Altara could see there was yet another newcomer--a half elven lady with long black hair had sidled up next to the sleeping red-haired man, pulling out flasks and acting all emotional. To Altara, it just looked strange.

And then, everything turned upside down in the dining area all at once. The half dragon tipped the sleeping man's chair back and dumped a strange drink into his mouth, immediately causing the man to wake up--and then, he recognized the half elf, as somone hostile. Right then, the half-elf's demeanor also completely changed, and she started trying to...what even was that behavior? Seducing him? Threatening him?

Regardless, the man was making it very clear he wanted nothing to do with her, and that cat lady from earlier voiced this fact as well--only for the half elf to threaten her with a knife. As Altara looked on with wide eyes, a new thought entered her mind. And for the first time since her amnesia, she was completely confident in this choice.

Stop her. Now.

Moving her left hand down the shaft of her spear, she pulled the leather sheathe from its blade and tossed it aside, just as the black-haired boy who had been with her moved to Syn's side with blades drawn. Silently nodding to him as she sprang into action, the red-haired knight slid between the elf and the cat lady, holding her spear in both hands.

"Can you not take a hint?" she demanded, her temper flaring up. "I don't know what your past is with that man, but he's made it clear he doesn't want to be with you. And as for you, all you've shown so far is that you're willing to make people bleed when all they're doing is sticking up for friends!"

At that moment, her eyes flashed violet, and an aura resembling flames of similar color surrounded her. This was one of the magic spells she remembered she still could use, Bewitching Eyes. She couldn't remember if it worked on every single enemy she would ever meet, but it at least affected monsters and caused them to target her and only her for attacks. At the same time, it gave her greater control over her spear techniques, so that whenever Altara made a single attack, if she performed the movement just right, she could use the momentum to make another attack in a row.

"Let me spell out what we're all trying to tell you--leave this man alone!" Altara shouted defiantly, the flames rising in time with her shout.

Esclava

Esk got out of his seat in one swift, easy move and was beside Remeil and Cardista in an instant, ready to defend them. He could see that Kazu and the red haired knight were ready to take on the strange lady (Hostile. Weapons:unsure. Something small. Be careful when attacking her.), but the two who seemed to be in most danger were too close to the battlefield and might get in the way. He carefully grabbed Remeil's wrist, gently pulling it away from the hilt of the broadsword. "Let them handle it," Esk said softly, jerking his head towards the knight and Kazu. "Move to a safer location first, so that we don't get in the way of the battle." He grabbed Cardista and Remeil's arms, subtly guiding them towards Tollun, who was sitting by the bar and watching the proceedings. He nodded towards Tollun, handing the two over to him. "They're the targets. Protect them. I'll help." He muttered.

Pulling his saxes from their sheaths, Esk turned and moved back towards the battlefield, quietly moving towards a position that would allow him to both cover Kazu and the knight (they seem to know what they were doing and he might be a hindrance if he joined them) and defend the trio at the bar if needed. "Is it against the rules to do battle here?" He asked Tollun without moving his gaze from the half-elf. His saxes gleamed dimly in the light as he shifted into an offensive stance, prepared to both defend and attack. If so, he was fully prepared to interrupt the battle and force it outside. Failing that, he planned to help end the battle as quickly as possible.