Magrev smiled under his mask of cloth as the cloaked man spoke.<br/><br/>"You are forgiven your interruption. You'll have to excuse me in kind, though, as I'm not about to allow you to barge into my room like an oaf. The lady, of course, speaks for herself."<br/><br/>Hm. He may in fact prove to be a problem yet. The small smile faded away as Magrev's mind went to work. It could be a truth, two people, male and female, one attractive, one mysterious, in a tavern. They could just be a pair of tourists about to have a good night. Then again, it could be a bluff. The man could be trying to protect L'odu, thinking him a bounty hunter, or the man could be a bounty hunter himself, the woman an accomplice, and they just want him to leave without a fight. But why may that be? Either they are both strong but don't want to cause a ruckus in the tavern so they may be able to spirit away the mark without any problems, or they may be weak and trying to avoid the fight as they may lose the chance at the money on L'odu's head. Ironically enough, they may both be on the same side with both of them thinking the other a hunter. He has other plans for the mark but no matter what he would say it would all be believed a lie. Regardless, the best course of action would be to investigate, if he's wrong, no harm done, if he's right then the mark may still be captured.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I'm sorry but I cannot simply walk away. Surely you wouldn't mind if I simply pop my head into the door way and take a quick look. It is a very important matter.</span>"<br/><br/>Magrev moved with unnatural speed towards the pair, the dagger in his hand glinting menacingly. The faint whirring of machinery could be heard as he got closer. In one fluid motion he shoved the man a bit to the side, causing the door to open just wide enough for his head to poke through. He smiled as he laid eyes upon the form of the crimson-clad mark. An airy chuckle escaped his lips before a bolt of frost was hurled at his head. Not expecting the attack, he was slow and the bolt connected. The cloth covering his face froze, blinding him. He reeled back from the door, a muffled yell could be heard before he tore away at his head, shattering the cloth and revealing his face, surprisingly human with the skin having a slight green tinge. He did not look like a corpse, he had an almost exotic form of beauty.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">"You, sir, are a liar.</span>"<br/><br/>With this he kicked the door further open and unsheathed a second dagger before taking a low stance.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">You still have the chance to leave, sir. I do not want to cause any more bloodshed this day.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>