The swung door surprised Tim in a way that he leapt instinctively a few meters directly to the opposite direction, signaling his scare in a unmale (yes the opposite of male)” Eeeek” followed by a “What the ?” when checking what pushed him to such a ridicule reaction. Luckily no one cared about his reaction as the panicked man spewed his panic to anyone willing to do anything about it.<br/><br/>As he thought, every battle-able soul had to make their obligatary little comment and act on the matter. Funny how it is only the heroes that boast their readiness to defend the defenseless he thought. His detestable detachment of the situation translated well in his demeanor and facial expression. He huffed and calmly left the building, waiting for the best possible moment to say “what are we waiting for?”. He praised himself on his unwillingness to pointlessly chit-chat before action and what he liked most was interrupting a bad guy in his monologue, just thinking about it made him laugh.<br/><br/>And what about information ? would ask an annoying voice in his head. Firstly goblins aren’t really the most discreet beings, for him at least, and secondly he doesn’t ask but he does listen.<br/><br/>All that to say there he was, having an internal dialogue under the pouring rain, waiting for fellow “danger-bravers” to finally exit the darn tavern.<br/>