Crowds never bother Zephyr much, the soft breeze that came from conversation was always pleasing.  He had ushered over a girl who was now being returned her coins, though the coins were meant as a bribe. The body guard himself made Zephyr a little uneasy, he had felt something odd under the mans shirt when he had tried to get away from him. He could have sworn it was a lump with rags over it, the definite feel of another layer of clothing but something else under that.<br/><br/>Though the crowd or atleast a few members of it were less than subtle. The fox girl with that little fey was bouncing around like she had an snake crawl up her... you get the idea she was being picked up by the hulking man or thing that looked like a living suit of armor. Winnie was being surprisingly nice to the small fox, looks like she found a new toy.<br/><br/>He would have almost laughed at the thought, though the other living metal monster was making his way toward the simple showmen in a steady pace seeping with rage. Long before he even spoke a word Zephyr had seen him and was getting ready, he was checking for any weak points in the armor, and places a knife could slip into, around the elbows, places were the armor had to part to be able to move.<br/><br/>The knife tied to his wrist came undone and he sighed not wanting this to go the way it seemed it was going.  Though the large metal man made a big mistake. A woman walked up to him trying to make him pay for a night, one he could not afford at this point, and he had pushed her over almost knocking her to the ground if some pervert hadn't caught her.<br/><br/><span style="color: SandyBrown">" Thought you were a bit odd! You little piece of thief. I shall make sure your brain will splatter these floors and people! You will make a fine example to not cross a Dvergar and his hammer!" </span><br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>“Oh hello, Mate” </b></span>Turning the stool around he kicked his feet up on another on<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">e “ It's nice to meet you too, how about you do not do that and get a nice mug of ale, hm?” </span></b>He stood up thought and tried to look at tough as he could, sticking out his chest and letting the white scarf fall over him. The skin tight shirt he wore had long sleeves, fingerless gloves hid his knife which was out and at the ready. He had picked a spot at the knee, it would be easy to dodge a punch and slip a knife into the crack. His eyes moved from his target to the mans face.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>	“I do not want to fight you, a drunken brawl will not help you much.” </b></span>He was trying to defuse the situation and moved his gaze to the body guard.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen"> “You do see him threatening me right?” </span></b>He looked back at the prostitute who had been thrown and found his eye twitching a little. Zephyr changed his mind.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Alright then buddy, bring it on.”</span></b>He moved a foot back and readied a spell to blow some hot air into that oversized pressure cooker of a suit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>