Mark relaxed in the Boars head in, as he saw, one by one, several different people stroll in. After the first on, One of his companions seemed to ask him something, before running off, And coming to the table him and a few of his companions sat at. Then, he heard the apparently drunk men at a nearby table, apparently boasting their believed strength, based upon some mythical weapon. So, Mark decided to have a little fun. He Made sure the rest of his group was away from him, not between him and the men.<br/><br/>"If you're so mighty with a mythical sword, then You must be a demi god, with nothing more than your fists." He said, smirking, as he spoke to the boasting man sarcastically.