The two hunters in leather, the techie boy, a woman that just came in, all of them cared to give the dark elf a long, tense glance. None said nothing. The bartender nodded politely and at Jacques and with a bit of fear at Francis. "You're the kind of people that walk where trouble is. I hope trouble isn't walking after you." He looked at the expectantly, hodling a handful of beer glasses. "So, what's the um... news?"<br/>A thunder sounded outside. "Just before the storm, oh my."