He simply stared coldly at the Thief when something that seemed like a guard intervened between the two. The male growled as the left hand moved to his axe, snapping it loose, the handle gripped by his hand as he slowly took a stance for battle, his ears listening to noises near him. His eyes watching the footing and stance of the others.<br/><br/>He soon noticed how the pirate woman he had given a necklace to for a few golden pieces soon came to Zephyr as well. He snorted. Not enjoying the situation of beating a pair of women bloody.  He lifted his shoulders and dropped them. His grip tightening as he simply gazed at them with his eyes through the black material that would be easier for him to see through than them. because the closer you got to the tissue, the easier see through it was. In their case, it wasn't. An advantage against some that relied on reading other peoples  eyes.<br/><br/>The man looked toward a nearby table as he slowly placed the hammer flat side against it.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: Orange">" If that man, does not return my craft of jewellery to me, I shall break this table and slaughter anyone in my way to get them back. What ever the cost. "</span></b>, he growled.<br/><br/>He looked toward the guard,<span style="color: Orange"><b>" And you ask him what he has done? A thief? You ask a THIEF? Let me tell you something Paid Mercenary crap! Never ask someone who has commit an act of thievery. Thieves are talented with their tongue. "</b></span>, he snarled.<br/><br/>He then pointed toward his pouch by the belt that was clearly cut open at the bottom,<span style="color: Orange"><b>" That little thief cut up a pouch of mine while he hugged me. He is clearly not as drunk as I Thought. And the fact you know him means you have probably seen him do it before, yet You let him into this establishment? Letting a Thief in? Who in the hell runs a cheap harlot place and then allows their customers be robbed of coins by a thief which a Hired mercanary KNOWS?! "</b></span><br/><br/>He snarled as he rubbed his hammer against the wood. Before giving it a small knock to listen to its noise, deemed the strength needed to crack it broken with one hit. The man stood there, waiting for the guard to make her call if she would dare to protect a simple thief.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>