Another passing guard caught Arrus's attention while Isolde poured him ale and politely answered his questions. He brought his attention back to her with a smile and began for the jug of ale, sitting calmly at the table before taking the first sip. "Delicious!" He exclaimed. When it was clear his small intrusion wasn't met with ill temper he relaxed a bit more, reclining back in the chair and crossing one leg over the other. Another sip and he glanced back at Isolde. "A mighty fine pleasure to make your acquaintance Madam Isolde. Quite the establishment you have here. Well put together." He chugged another good sip and glanced back at the door; all clear still.<br/>Then he remembered she inquired about his dilemma, which he seemed to have made quite obvious to these poor folks. He smirked.<br/><br/>"Well it started as a small misunderstanding and led to a bigger one. In the end I ended up breaking...no wait, I only dislocated his shoulder. You'd think by his cries I lit the bloody thing on fire and tore it off dining utensils...I personally think he's overreacting. Running about with his lackeys trying to find lil ol' me when they should've been watching for your mystery man. I watched him jump the wall like it was nothing, not like I haven't seen things like that before but still the guards should have been able to...bah forgive me, I'm rambling." Arrus finally took a breath, then replaced it with another large swig of the ale. He glanced over at the only other female in the room. She seemed beat up but taken care of. Likely the work of Isolde. Impressive. He held his jug towards the girl's direction.<br/><br/>"Had the rough of it did ya lass? A bit of this lady's fine ale will put a spring your step, or at least a smile on your face." Arrus finished off the jug and studied the girl some more. His presence likely startled her as he heard three voices when he walked into the Apothecary and so far now have only heard Jarven and Isolde. No matter, yet another part of the world Arrus had no business with.<br/><br/>He pondered Isolde's offer, weighing the options. On the one hand he could use them as cover and stay at the Tavern, but the guards would likely find him there and cause more trouble than needed. Or he could take her offer and join them in their exit. They seemed a savvy bunch, Jarven could certainly take care of himself but the young lady was certainly not in the best shape. Perhaps his service could be useful to these people. It was the least he could offer for Isolde's act of kindness.<br/><br/>"Well...its settled! Since you're so nice with harboring a 'criminal' and you blessed me with your ale I am greatly in your debt and my services and my sword are at your disposal until you deem me useless madame." Arrus stood from the table and bowed slightly to Isolde