"No, payments already been made" said to the liger, that seemed more interested in the women. One of which seemed to be down on her luck. And the other one, older looking but that just added to her beauty. seemed like her luck was down as well. Using the bar as  resting point Dorthon rested his heavy hoof's there. Thinking it would be best to rest before making his way to his little hide out in the forest.<br/><br/>As he relaxed he over heard the conversation with the women. It was a rather sad tale, similar to his. It made him think of his home. though he never truly found out what happened Dorthon believed that his family at least didn't suffer. How ever when he was about to give his own condolences his arm began to sting again.<span style="font-style: italic">Another one?</span>he thought as he reached for his sword and putting it back on his back.<br/><br/>When the older looking women left he herd the commotion and a man calling out to some one. he followed the woman hopefully hoping that if a fight took place he would end it. Something Dorthon did while he was in the town. If fights broke around him. his might blade stopped it in a one swing normally.