"Ay... we do... Fair Maiden... We have a deadly difference in perception..." Came Crow's retort to the snide woman's remark. His anger untethered by the naive youth that crowned herself in a superior and unknowing air. He quickly finished his meal, hurriedly slamming down the stout drink, as he prefaced the words to follow with a very ominous grin  "If I had sought to steal.... It would have already happened... and you" He paused to wipe away a light bead of drink that tickled the edge of his thin beard "You, young lady... would have been none the wiser either... Sleeping fully clothed, and with both boots still on..."<br/><br/>The last words came as but a mere whisper. A grin adorning Crow's face as he tilted his head and let the green of his eyes catch the dangerous meaning of the uttered syllables. "Perhaps you believe...." He continued in a weary and faint tone "That just because you helped to save a meager home and shop from fire... that you are a hero... or a savior... Standing among those others who helped... "<br/><br/>Standing as he spoke, Crow's eyes were alight with the depth of his understanding. Grasping more than the obvious, more than the untrained would see at a glance. "What if you knew... the fire was started... because of you? " The rogue let the words slide from behind gritted teeth: A sickening hatred for the noble and yet worthless wealthy heirs, building behind his facade of calm. "Perhaps if I told you... the begger from last night... who so<i>eagerly</i>sought to draw your attention, and be in your presence... Was the one who drew away dear Ol' Smith... The blacksmith's imbecile son."<br/><br/>Crow fumed and yet hid it with a complacent smile, and gentle nod of his head as he spoke. Each venemous word holding a truth only the observant would know. Only those who looked beyond their own fate, and their own feet. "Tis the reason for the blaze..<i>M'dear</i>... Everyone here knows that until Argent Hailsmith wakes, and opens his shop.. No one... I mean NO one... is to bother his son" The rogue dropped a gold coin atop the table beside him; letting its ringing song break the tension in his voice before he continued. "Yet that fool who<i>had</i>to help you... Set about causing the entire mess... All... Because... Of... You!"<br/><br/>Crow leered at the heiress, his unchained anger boiling away at the composed demeanor he tried to keep, and as he finished speaking with a charged and caustic final word, he let the conversation end. Dead in its tracks and with a deafening silence. He turned and left the table's side, heading upstairs where he would fall face-first into a bed yet unmade, and begin the venture onward into sleep.