Scar raised a brow as the woman suddenly came back to life and started fumbling around and talking to herself. Suddenly interested, Scar crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her go about her way, trying to get herself organized and looking as if she was fretting over something. He could only wonder what that was about as she finally made her way to the steps after her initial mock thanks, but more insulting and stabbing words, at him and went up the stairs, only to look at him as if expecting a reply.<br/><br/>He raised his brow at first and then alter replied with a shrug,"Your welcome?"<br/><br/>With that, the female Orc had hurriedly went up the steps. He grunted with confusion and shook his head, he would never be able to understand other people...not matter how hard he tries. He was about to wave over a waitress when a Goblin in a rather fancy suit came up to him. He automatically knew he was trouble...his face, his stride, his mere presence spoke of it.<br/><br/>He growled and waved the Goblin off,"Whatever you're going to say...Save it...I'm not going to accept the prize money nor will I fight again here...Unlike most people...I find a fixed match to be an absolute disgrace upon the art of battle."<br/><br/>The Goblin chuckled,"Oh! Ya misunderstand me, big fellah! I'm not tryin' to ask ya ta fight again...Merely, to help me out with a...problem."<br/><br/>Scar raised a brow and grunted,"Not interested."<br/><br/>"Are you sure? It pays well..."<br/><br/>"Like I care...I'm leaving this dump...I hate being indoors too much. And, no offense...I hope I don't ever see you again...Otherwise I'll have to make sure that I won't ever see you again."<br/><br/>Taking the threat very, very seriously from the very, very scar and angry Orc, the Goblin ran off. Scar knew that that was the Goblin who made this inn possible. But he didn't care...let him send his lackies after him...just more dead bastards to lie in their pool of blood face first where they were meant to be! He got out of his seat and looked towards the stairs...he immediately began to think of Granra.<br/><br/>He then shook his head, why the Hell should he care? He was more than certain that people were going to be coming after him for humiliating and mouthing off their boss. He needed to think of himself and get out as fast as possible. But yet...he couldn't help but feel that him and Granra...had a score to settle.<br/><br/>He grunted as he looked around and fumbled with a waist pouch, hearing the jostling of metal and knew that it was the keys to his bike. Good, that meant he still had his escape ready for him. All that was left was deciding whether or not get Granra out with him.<br/><br/>Sighing and cursing his parents for raising him right, he made his way to the stairs. He looked around and sighed in relief...there weren't many doors and each one had a sign that had the name of the occupants on them...showing who was sleeping where so they wouldn't get confused. He went to the one with Granra's name on it and looked around. It would be too much to just wildly bang on it...so he did something simple.<br/><br/>Hoping she knew Morse Code, he began to knock on her door in a pattern.<i>S...O...S</i>. Even one who didn't know the code would recognize the universal code for a warning. Hoping she took the hint, he went back downstairs and headed for the door. Once outside, he looked around and saw nobody looking like they were going after him...the Hobgoblin of a door bouncer taking a nap as he leaned against the wall by the door. Shaking his head, Scar made his way to the stables where he was forced to park his bike and tried to hunt for it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>