The gnome was zoned off at first, startled by the woman suddenly coming to him and asking things. Apparently the work of subtlety and stealth was not Fillet's primary skill, even in the darker corners of the tavern he was spotted by someone and pulled attention!<br/>Who was she? An assassin send by jealous competitors? A hooker in plate armor seeking a lucky coin perhaps? However, she knew his name but he had no time to dabble with unknown folk right now.<br/>But what's more important, there was a Naga coming right after giving the same question. A naga is a rare sight to see this far away from the shores. Fillet did not care much of the Naga himself more than an actual naga being present. When he asked the same question Fillet started to wonder if the two of them were working together, this would not be the first time a group of bounty hunters would make a pact to bring him down, but right now was not the time to swing his axes.<br/>He was here for a task of utmost importance. One can never be too careful in this world, he leaned forward and used his stump arm as support against the table.<br/><br/>He moved his head towards the two of them, his light green visor giving off a glance against the candle lights.<br/><b><span style="color: green">"Fillet?... Hmm... Fillet, never heard of. I'm sorry, you must be looking for the wrong gnome. Surely you've mixed me with any of the other gnomes here. This please is quite crammed with people this evening, personally I blame the heavy rain outside."</span></b><br/>He made gestures in the air as he spoke, weaving forth his words as he made an excuse to be leaved in peace. He had to have a constant check at the time so he would not get delayed to his own meeting. It was currently<b>10:30 PM</b>, only half an hour before everyone aspiring to join his journey would be gathered in the room on the second floor.<br/><br/>Before the woman or the naga in front of him of him could reply to his quickly rabbled excuse to continue lurking in the shadows. He pointed at both of them and open his mouth to speak. He raised himself up to stand on the chair he was sitting on.<br/><b><span style="color: green">"Now if you excuse me, I'd like to be le-" </span></b><br/><br/>A sudden chair came flying and knocked Fillet down to the ground behind him. His armor protecting him from harm from such weak attack, but he still felt the blow as he fell to the ground.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 22px"><i><span style="text-decoration: underline"><div style="text-align: center">Event! PUBlic dispute!​</div></span></i></span><br/><br/>Let's go back 3 minutes back in time.<br/><br/>At a table little bit further to the center of the tavern, a band of Orcs and a group of Dwarfs had taken seat on each side, the alcohol and competitive nature between the Alliance and Horde had led to a boiling discussion about Alterac Valley between the two groups. The leaders of the both sides started to shout loudly at each other in their drunken haze, though it simply blend in with the rest of the loud Tavern sounds.<br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">"Whatchza talking about!? The frostwolf clan are the true natives to have Alterac Valley! You small stumps have nothing to do with the story and placshe compared to the Orcs!</span><br/><br/>The red bearded dwarf grunted and slammed his hand at the table, raising up from his seat as he glared at the Orc proclaming Alterac to be their rights.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">"Oi laddie! I respect ye as the warrior race ye are. But the Alterac mountains have been dwarven territory for longer than ye soddin portal opened! Now dun think ye can mess around 'cuz Thrall came from dat clan, the Stormpikes have been holding on da nuggin place for generations!" </span></b><br/><br/>The glares sending off sparks at each other as the two kept on the discussion. But it seemed at the longer the discussion was lasting the longer more the alcohol was doing the talking and reasoning was getting shut out from the party.<br/>The orc slammed his fist against the table, making mugs to jump as he stared down the dwarf while raising himself up to look like a more imposing threat.<br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">"Maybe we should take this dispute to our fists instead, we are getting no where with words."</span><br/><br/>The dwarf nodded approvingly.<br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">"Dat's the first t'ing ya said that I agree with. "</span></b><br/>Only a second later the dwarf grabbed the back support on the chair he previously sat on and threw it towards the orc who dodged by bending his knees, the chair came flying pass folk in the tavern and landed straight against Fillet's helmet.<br/>Like a big chain reaction, once the orcs and dwarfs started off a brawl. Like domino bricks one started off another and the base floor started to become a free for all brawl. With the power of alcohol and rabble rousing, the entire place become one big arena.<br/>In the mist of the chaos, Fillet looked around as he was now under the table. Crawling on all four as he muttered how this place had gone nuts. It was still half an hour till the people for the meeting about his treasure hunt would be gathered. Tipping his way to one of the stairs leading to the second floor he got grabbed and tossed into one of the bundles of drunken men throwing punches and what not. Fillet knew he wouldn't get far, but beating up some drunk patrons with thirty minutes left did not worry him. He would throw a few sucker punches and make people trip and a few minutes later, he would surely be free and get going with his business. However due to the clutser of people being everywhere. It was hard for Fillet to spot a path to the stairs, but even harder so to spot Fillet.<br/><b><span style="color: Green"><i>I sure hope my contacts are not a part of this whole soup of a mess. I ain't gonna wait and give sloppy seconds on anyone who gets late.</i></span></b>He though to himself, worried this would interfere with his own team members and get someone stuck down here. But Fillet is a man of principles, one of them is being on meetings at time.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, at the counter.<br/>Dobbins shakes his head and cleans some mugs with his handkerchief. When you've been in the business as long as he has, he knew the commotion wouldn't last too long before the town guards would come running in to calm down the situation and most likely throw out the trouble makers.<br/>Such is the life of Lion's Pride Inn, never a moment of boredom!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>