As Murphy listened to the other two tell of the happenings that led them here, he noticed a sort of drowsiness creeping up on him. It wasn't a normal sort of drowsiness, as he wasn't sleepy in the slightest before now. He looked around and saw everyone else in the room also becoing rather sluggish and sleepy. Some of the patrons whom had already imbibed liberally were already fast asleep.<br/><br/>This was enough to drive Murphy's paranoid mind suspicious. 'Hey, anyone else of you feel sleepy all of a sudden?' As murphy asked this, he noticed a single figure at the bar, a man suspiciously alert and awake, who was mumbling something. Murphy stared at the figure for a while, suspicious of his abberant state.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>The tracker was unsure now, the incantation was taking hold, soon, he would be free to do as he pleased. But the dishonored officer had taken notice of him. He averted his eyes. It wasn't time to reveal himself yet. If he interrupted his noiseless chant now, the spell would be broken. The ones besides the officer seemed to be caught up in some argument however, and it didn't look like they would be getting out of it soon. yes, this would be easy.