It took Nebtenwesh's servant unleashing her power in the Tavern and the resultant shriek for Oz to realize there was actually something serious going down.  He extracted himself from the clumsy fight as best he could and pulled out his silvery dagger from a sheath within his cloak.  He looked to the two men he'd been brawling with and spoke in a conciliatory tone, "Seems we got bigger problems than each other right now."<br/><br/>Through the sudden silence he could hear the woman he identified as an "albino" speaking to some rich, noble type carrying a mace and a shield; but what kinda noble had heavy weaponry?  It dawned on him, the Paladin and Dark Servant were having a friendly chat.  Oz smirked at the juxtaposition and listened to what they had to say as best he could.<br/><br/>"Seems like you were wrong.  There is a necropolis.  We're there."  The night kept getting more and more interesting.  "Nothin' short of a celebratory orgy afterwards could top this.  Assuming there<strong>is</strong>an afterwards."  Oz bolted for the bar, counting on his ex-combatants wising up to the situation too.  He couldn't be bothered with them right now, he had some special cocktails to make for their guests.  It had been raining all day, but hopefully that wouldn't matter.  And even more importantly, hopefully the Tavernmaster wouldn't charge him for the wasted spirits.