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The act dropped, replaced by what seemed to be a cold and collected demeanor, that was a few respect points towards the man, he knew when he had been figured out and ceased all unnecessary actions relatively quickly.

“If you thought he was interesting, you’ll think I’m all kinds of shiny, friend.”

The voice changed as well, it had a strange accent along with it, one that Artemis hadn't heard, ever, and that peaked his interest in this man more and more, he had time to look over the man more now that he was drawn into conversation, the clothing was also different, he hadn't seen pants or boots like that before, though it was nice to see that someone cared for his footwear so much.

“Name’s James Reaper, most call me Grim Jim, or just Grim, whichever you prefer.” That was another interesting fact of this man, his nicknames, for someone to gain a nickname like Grim that meant that there was something in his past, something he would find out later in all hopes. Names were good though, get a hold of the right people and you could really find anything, but not from a street urchin, he had to go to a thief with a guild for good information, and well that didn't come cheap either, or do it the hard way; find information himself.

“What’s your interest in the kid, Shah-leh-nah?” The last word was different, was that the language of the dwarves, it had a sound to it like it had been, then again Artemis didn't get along with Dwarves, so he never took the time to learn the language properly.

"Shah-leh-nah, I like the sound of that." Though he would have to find what it meant at a later time. He took another gulp of the ale before his eyes snapped on the woman, who had taken a statuesque stance, but returned to Grim's before he spoke.

"He doesn't seem to be from around here, and now that I get a good look at you, you to have an otherworldly look about you." He didn't have much time afterword to get anything else in, the woman stepped up next to Grim, that was going to be his name, he liked that one most; taking his arm into a hug it seemed; her giggling did nothing but irritate Artemis a little, though he didn't let that show.

“Oh, come on you two, no one here wants to start a serious fight… breaking ribs in a bar fight is something far acceptable for the Union, but if you are about to get serious, maybe I get…" She drank a little more of the ale, her eyes seemed to be searching the area, what was she trying to pull? “I’m not sure than anyone in the bar would…survive, my elf friend.” He wasn't really surprised that she figured out his race, there were tons like him about, though the fact that she had picked up on it, respect point for her. “Since we all know how the Union greatly maintains situations and keeps the peace in our land in a fair price of course.”

The bar had gotten a little more quiet than normal, looks crossed over peoples faces, she was attempting something, was she going to run? What was the point, had he offended her? He was busy looking over the now slightly hostile crowd, missing the personal conversation the other two were having. When the bar seemed to erupt in chaos, great. He turned about to the others, but the girl had walked away, and in her wake a very angry looking man was approaching him, and he seemed he wanted a fight. Great, he sighed at the sight.

The first punch was obvious, and wild, what he expected from someone who had been drinking all evening, he dipped under the wild swing putting a little distance between him and his attacker, what had he done to piss this guy off? Or was he attacking him just because the girl had brought up the union, but no one wanted to fight her after her little display earlier? The man recovered, turned and went right back on the offensive taking another swing, that brought him in close enough for an opportunity.

Artemis ducked away from the wild swing again, grabbing at what clothing he could, and shoving his knee into the man's gut, with enough force to put him down, gasping for breath, luckily he didn't puke, right away. It also gave him enough time to look around at the chaos that had broken out, and the men that were surrounding him. His hand went for the weapon on his hip, his favored sword, maybe it was time for a little scare tactic, enough so that he could get out of this place before the guards took notice.

"Enough of this." It was loud enough to be heard but it wasn't a yell and it didn't overpower the sounds of destruction on the background.

He grabbed his sword and ripped it out of the sheath, willing it to blaze. The sudden bright light seemed to throw off his attackers, but then again, it could be that he just pulled a weapon in a tavern, where fisticuffs were the usual tactics, that and the blade was on fire, so much for keeping a low profile. He pointed it at the men that were coming at him a moment ago, and it seemed to get the point across, move or die.

"I would take this chance to get out." He said it plainly, it was what advice he could offer to Grim as he made his way towards the door, the blade still pointed at what he thought could be attackers; he passed the woman on the way out the door. She was too dangerous to really try to talk to at the moment, so maybe another time.

He re-sheathed the weapon as he hit the door, no need to walk out into an open street with a weapon drawn; he heard whistles going off as he walked out, the guards reacting to the clatter in the tavern, he took off full sprint, he might have not known the city that well, but he could lose a tail more so than that of an ordinary man.