Bulatha kept flickering his ears at the constant moaning and screaming coming from the rooms, Bulatha wondered and muttered "How the fuck are they still going",smirking to himself and looked back down into his book flicking to the next page, his eyes now gazed up from the book to scan the room before grunting and returned to reading, Bulatha spinning his still empty mug around with one hand and the other on the hilt of his sword he thought about when the last time he ate. Bulatha pushed that feeling aside for now and thought about his wife that is waiting for him until he gets home.<br/><br/>Bulatha closed his eyes and sighed at that thought and dismissed it, closing the book and getting up off his chair he walked over towards the bar and asked for a brew placing a silver on the bar bench he picked up his mug walked over to near his table and leaned against the wall showing off more of his face to the lights of the room. Looking intentionally at nothing or nobody in particular Bulatha just kept gazing around the room trying to keep his view obstructed from others .<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>