Roland was happy that the situation was resolved with no issue, but his rage still remained. He took a breath, calming his mind as he recited his vows to himself in his head, opening his eyes again as he released the breath. He turned to leave, before the orc threw her final insult. He stopped in his track, just about to step out of the double wooden swinging doors, as he turned his head slightly towards the orc, though not directly looking at the woman.<br/><br/>"Typical Death knight" He cursed under his lip.<br/><br/>He would wait for the right moment, untill the woman would receive the flagon of rocket oil, that he suddenly turned, throwing a large flashbang into the center of the tavern as he immedaitely turned away. The lesser trained, and or drunk, patrons immediately stared at the sparking device, before it exploded in a great flash, stunning the crowd, but also started a bar-fight. Roland knew well enough to pick his battles, and had no interest in fighting the horde in a neutral city.<br/><br/>Roland quickly stepped out of the tavern, noticing a small group of people gathered outside of it, but not zelil.<br/><br/>"Damn..." He cursed silently to himself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>