Cagan made his way from his bed and into the common area, where he even managed to find his preferred seat. His powerful form settled into the chair as he reached up with a pair of sun bronzed hands to casually adjust his clothing to better obscure the view of his face. The seat was moved back to better accomodate him in his armor as he set a rather large blade beside him, leaning against the edge of his table. A shorter Xiphos sat at his hip.<br/><br/>As a serving girl approached, the warrior surrendered some of his, newly won coin, and she went to bring him the food and wine she already knew were desired. He would keep his head down, and take his meal in relative peace, the anonymity of the tavern providing a degree of protection. With head down, Cagan still noticed the comely blonde and her companion.<br/><br/>Of course as the cursed hell demons, seemingly in charge of fate, would have it, no sooner was the wine arriving, then a woman screamed as she found herself impaled upon the blade of Thag the Impatient. A move which Cagan considered particularly idiotic, and certainly not his business unless, no, his coin was still in it's place and safe. And of course, his great and unmatched wisdom paid off in spades as the blonde's companion seemed to be the one this involved. The handsome warrior lifted his wine cup as a piece of wooden stool flew by and skittered across his table.<br/><br/>Sipping the wine he watched the second skewering begin, this one involving the companion and Thag. The cup in one hand, Cagan reached under the table with the other, and observed silently.