The hooded rogue was slumped against the tavern outside wall, his arm crossed, listening to the diverse commotions inside. He did quite a pronouced huff when the Dwarf did his rather longish speeh in his very pronouced accent. Like he predicted one had the wonderfull idea to do a detailled monologue to a bunch of illeterate farmers. He was on the verge of bursting out laughing when the local peasantry cheered to something they clearly did not understand, but just ended up akwardly nose-exhaling.<br/><br/>When the noble girl showed her pretty face outside he let out a "Ah finally" and peeped his own inside again, pronoucing his planned "What are we waiting for !?" in a hidden inenthusiastic tone.