Crows head rose; if only an inch, as he heard the familiar tone of the innkeeper and then the woman from earlier. His senses focused in that brief moment, as he let the words wash over him and draw a strained grin across his shadowed face. --Bravery-- He scoffed at the word; the idea, the entire preposterous notion. His eyes turned in their sockets; dark green coming to rest on the woman seated at a table nearby, as his back straightened and he sat up with the smile from before entirely absent. No more casually aloof falsehoods were held in his eyes, or on his lips, as he leaned towards the young maiden and let his voice find clarity in the quiet between them. "Stupidity and arrogance dear, are oft mistaken for bravery... " He quipped with a snide smirk and a devilish light finding hold behind his eyes. "Just because you believe it righteous or fair... to rush headlong into danger... for the sake of others... does<i>Not</i>make it true."<br/><br/>The words came dripped in venom; a cold honesty laced over by a dark perception, as Crow leaned back and let the glimmer of his emerald soaked eyes catch the nearby light from the window. "If the entire town rushed to the fire...<i>M'lady</i>... Then who would guard the food stores, the gold and treasure... Who watches their back, when all eyes are forward?" The question held far more than what lay on its surface. A dark honesty that had been learned over many years of travel and dangerous ventures. Of that there was no doubt.<br/><br/>Crow turned from his seat, as he heard the innkeeper approach with his small bowl of soup, a glass of mead, and a loaf of nearly stale bread. It was a miserly meal for the price the rogue had paid, but he was not unaccustomed to his money meaning little in the town. He had never drawn the attention of the owner in earnest, but the large man did have his suspicions about the smaller thief.