Haithan did not want to engage in combat unless he had too. As of the moment, every one in the sprawling brawl infront of him were potential enemies. He looked around, and ran for the closes building. This was no cowardly act. This was just plain sense. He was not going to engage in a fight untill it was made his own. He entered through a small kitchen smelling of thick, humid air and coal. Around the table a woman was grouping up her for children within her arms. She stared at him in bewilderement as he slammed the door, and haunched over to a window, peering outside. He did not mind the human and her stock. Would they pose a threat he could easily dispose himself of them.<br/><br/>Through the oily, yellowing dirty window, he could just barely see the fighting raging on. If he hadn't known any better he could have sworn he both smelled and heared the familiar sound of a nauglir. He dismissed the thought.<br/>It was preposturous to even think that a Beast of Naggaroth would be here.<br/>The woman behind him made a small whimpering sound.<br/><br/>He spoke Reikspeil rather well, he spoke Bretonnia even better, and his Slavic was worse to wear. Being this far up north, he immagined Slavic being the common tongue, but as these humans had already spoken to him in Reikspeil, he went with that.<br/>"You stay just silen, woman, and I'll see to that neither you nor me come to any harm..." Hiathan looked at the children, perking a brow under the dark hood. He looked at her; "...the same goes for you litter."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>