<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br/>Thomas regards the musketeer for a moment as the man speaks. "Bigger than a hound you say?" Thomas speaks fluent Montaignen but with a rather obvious Avalon accent.<br/><br/>Seemingly intrigued with the situation he looks out into the murky and rainy night, not specifically looking for any tracks or any beast, but thinking. Shaking his head, sending droplets of rain flying off the brim of his hat, he makes back for the entrance of the inn.<br/><br/>"Whatever it is it can wait until the morrow. When either the sun shines or this misery continues." He says as he goes, giving little if any regard to either the injured stablehand or the boy who was giving out orders.