He shrugged, tossing the dagger which had been taken from the 'merchant' to it landed blade down in a nearby moss formation. "She bumped him, he tried for her... I interfered..." Those steely golden eyes turning with their own unspoken challenge to the guard, then the supporter, and lastly the assailant. "Right?" the recuperating figure physically recoiled at the harshly spoke words.<br/>"Y-y-yea... That's right! She bumped me and I, uh, I sorta lost my temper! See?!" Clearly, having your arm broken, wrist popped, and shoulder ripped apart in a single motion by an unarmed man was a very persuasive thing...<br/>"Now, if you excuse us, Sir Deathgaurd, we shall be going..." One hand firmly gripping the priestess by the shoulder, right between her neck and left wing like shoulder pad, he offered a brief, maybe respectful nod to the man who had vouched for them. Likely, this was not the rogue's first horse and pony show... "You said, Lady Moaria, that the armor shop, was this way, correct?" Gaze snapping to the death knight, as if in a silent command, likely to follow.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>