<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.vanillaforums.com/baldursgate.vanillaforums.com/FileUpload/00/bd542086fb119c0545cc6a0445232c.png)<div class="floatleft"><br/><br/><br/>The appearance of more people made Owl nervous. They all made right for the table, figures that he would miss something as obvious as the dagger the swaggering man found. The one rolling on the ground must be very nervous. Did he really think no one noticed him?<br/><br/>A smirk crossed his face as he saw the woman. He was betting anyone daring to touch her would lose a hand. She looked like the type to pull a hand right off an arm with no effort. Barbarian, he figured. He stood up and corked the jug, putting it on his belt. Walking slowly towards the group, he was wary and quiet. His eyes scanned the surface of the slab and he frowned slightly. Without more than a slight cough, he looked at the man who had picked up the dagger. "It's probably cursed. Flimsy thing, will not do much against anything with scales or armor. Name's Reginald Kain. Most call me Owl. Anyone know why we are here?" his voice quiet.<br/><br/>He stood balanced and ready to either fight or flee. He had no knowledge of magic, even if he had been told he had it in him. His eyes went from one to another of the strangers. He had never met any of them before. <br/><br/>The sudden appearance of some kind of creature zipping to the water and dunking its head and then making such noises as he has never heard from a human throat, made Owl crouch and clutch his bone club. As fast as the creature appeared it went back into the alcove it had come out of. Owl blinked and gave a glance to the others. "What...was that?"</div></div>