As the light flickered high above, he did not look, but there was the slightest twitch in his right eye, which was the side Maoria was on, his grip tightening ever so slightly on her. His gaze, constantly shifted from each person to the next, doing a once over of the outlieing area in between. As it always did. "Sounds, fair enough..." He spoke, in that bored tone of voice, gaze shifting to Norbert... "If we, are to attend this tavern, of 'interesting' repute... Then let us be off, least Miss Vinadine wishes, for new armor sooner..?" The question hanging on her... If the deathknight wished to get her gear first, he didn't mind... Come to think of it, he didn't seem to mind much of anything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>