<div class="floatright">(http://pre06.deviantart.net/5975/th/pre/i/2013/258/8/2/the_musketeer_by_davidgalopimdesigns-d6mee32.jpg)</div><br/>The evening had been going so well until now. Thomas had spent most of it in one of the corners of the common room, idly sitting there under the candlelight and just observing. And drinking of course, though not much in the way of alcohol or other such nonsense. Lord no, instead he had happily sipped his way through as much water as the innkeep had bothered to boil for him. He would have preferred tea but the innkeep tragically didn't keep any.<br/><br/>Thomas had watched the evenings events with idle boredom until the scream. A few glances towards the woman of quite obvious noble birth and were it not for his hat he wouldn't have been subtle about it at all. He had lost interest when the musketeer sauntered up to her, more trouble than it was worth. The band of women arriving and requesting aid with ships hadn't brought much from him either, too much work for so little in the dark and damp, no chance of that. The scream though, that had finally roused some interest in him.<br/><br/>Rising from his seat and muttering apologies to the locals as he moved through them, Thomas steadily made his way to the door. He made it there after the large highland woman had bustled her way through, followed by what Thomas had taken for a child but was in fact Marsi, though Thomas certainly didn't know that. Outside he was greeted with the scene, one dead boy, another bow sprawled on the floor from where he had fallen out of a window and the highlander and her girl.<br/><br/>Seeing the musketeer from earlier make for the stable, Thomas walked after him, curious as to find out what happened if nothing else.