Takal glanced around at those cradling weapons.<span style="font-style: italic">Guess everyone's on edge...</span>he thinks. His nose eventually picks up the smell of filth. "Filthy vermin" he mutters under his breath. He hears the clanging and glances towards the smithe.<span style="font-style: italic">Looks like they're preparing for war...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">doesnt look like anyone is too suspicious of us</span>he pulls out his tobacco pipe and lights it and begins to smoke.