The rogue who had entered the tavern hours earlier; still idle in a corner waiting out the storm that brewed and swelled outside the warmth of the establishment, found himself quite curiously witnessing the oddest occurrences from his place in the darkness. He had eyed and been cautious of the highwaymen at first, but after a stout drink and time to let his nerves settle, they were no longer a nuisance or threat to him. Following that, he had seen the door be creased by what appeared to be a stick or a crutch; though some minutes later the suspicion of the object would be verified, and yet before that curiosity had been quenced several things happened first. A butler, or carriage driver made his way to the innkeeper, and upon ending a conversation the rogue could not, nor did not care to hear, left in a rush. Quickly following the leave of the oddly attired servant, a damsel burst into the inn and was near instantly upstairs and in a room. Many travelers had surely escaped the rain outside, but the woman was of an entirely all too well off dress and stature to require escape from the elements. Unless she was stuck or trapped in the weather and this was her only option.<br/><br/>The lithe rogue was mulling over the odd circumstances that might have brought about the new travelers, when the doors flung open and another man barged in. Yelling with urgency and an all too obvious falsified stature. For it was him; crutch supporting his weight, that had peeked in earlier. The rogue instantly saw the criminal for what he was; hearing the lies he told aloud to the entire gathering, and then whispering to the innkeeper in secret. The trained thief could easily out the man for his lie; identifying him by the crutch he had seen earlier, but instead a much more lucrative option seemed to rear its head over the proverbial table before him. He could blackmail the new would-be criminal, or perhaps simply wait out the dark thoughts the man had lingering inside before drawing attention to the ruse. Curious and cautious as always, the rogue decided to do nothing for the time, and instead he waited to see if the man would find refuge upstairs, or if he would be shunned back out onto the street.<br/><br/>((Gotta be careful when you're posting in an open thread. Read back more posts to see who or what lays in wait))