He rolled his cloak covered shoulders, which were either broad, or he was wearing protective pauldrons. "Clothing covers much, you know." he chimed in, turning around completely to rest his elbows on the counter now behind him, in order to openly watch the band... The lowbrim glass of bloodwine still in hand, unsipped... "There is not so much difference, you and them." he abruptly piped up, in as 'casual conversation' volume as he could, though his tone of voice was still rather harsh. "The gnomes, that is..." gesturing with his glass to the midget creatures and their brass instruments. "You both lost your homelands, when everyone else though you at the top of your prime... And you both struggle still, not hindered, but emboldened by this trial fate has delt unto you..." Voice growing hushed, almost a whisper, "As have we... As have those behind the wall..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>