Lursk's mouth had been opening to answer the soldier when the yelling began. Sighing, he shook his head and rose to his feet. "Sure thing. Come help me deal with whatever's going on out there, and we'll get a few to throw back, hmm?"<br/><br/>As he walked towards the door the large half breed's hands seemed almost to blur with motion, and two large and wicked looking knives were suddenly gleaming in his hands. He glanced back over his shoulder at the soldier, and tossed his head towards the door.<br/><br/>He jinked around the others who were moving and milling about the door, and stepped out into the sunlight. "Damned sun..." Glancing upwards for a moment, he turned his attention to the area around them, his keen eyes searching out other potential problems as he moved towards the beach.<br/><br/>(( Roll Result: Hellion000 rolled: 1d20<br/>Comment: Roll for Lursk The Tavern Spot check.<br/>Result: 16,<br/>Total: 16 ))