Crow could not hide a slight laugh, as a crooked grin found his lips. ---Able bodied--- He thought as the woman spoke, and rushed headlong into the passing and gathering mass of villagers and travelers alike. ---She's far too naive for her own good--- Came his next realization. Turning from his seat in the near empty tavern to look out the window nearby. The muddied cobblestone was a raceway of jogging men and women. Each trying feverishly to reach the site of destruction and lend aid where possible. Or at least it looked that way to so many untrained eyes. The truth was just as dangerous as the flames being fought at the blacksmith's shop. All about the the mass of people were those keen on thievery and worse were those who had already left the crowd to break into the now emptied homes nearby. Such a commotion was a perfect distraction for looting. Crow enjoyed his seat and the view from the table, but he had the creeping suspicion that he needed to be on guard.<br/><br/>The tavern might not have been the most venerated establishment, or the most lucrative business in the area, but it did draw decent revenue. It had seen its fair share of both wealthy denizens and beggars alike. So Crow was cautious in his appraisal of the situation: Sitting alone except for a single man clad in a green cloak near the far end of the bar. If there was to be a break-in, or a robbery, now would be the perfect time. The many hiding places both upstairs and down, were unguarded by the normally vigilant eyes of the innkeeper and owner, and yet Crow did not act on the urges he had. Not right away. The forest green counterpart still seated inside, was someone to pay attention to and be mindful of. The rogue had never seen him before, and secretly mused over ideas of his identity. Whether he be another thief awaiting the time to strike, or if he was a guardsman hired in secret to prevent such things. Crow couldnt chance the latter, and the former would be equally as dangerous.<br/><br/>So he sat patiently; a sidelong glance cast to the cloaked figure, as the mass of people went about extinguishing the local blaze. He dared not draw dagger or speak in the cold silence lingering in the tavern's interior, for any action might have drawn either ire or curiosity. Neither of which could be afforded in the broad daylight. Especially not when the rogue was too hungry and tired to put up a worthwhile fight. ---Able bodied--- He laughed to himself as the thought found its way back to the forefront of his mind. The woman would be fine in the presence of so many guards and townsfolk, but still her unaware nature and the naive way she acted, was certainly going to create a target soon enough.