<strong>"What the..."</strong>The man tensed.<strong>"Spy!"</strong>He shouted, his voice very loud and alarmed. He let go of the tray he had before him, the wine-glasses and the pitcher on it falling and shttering to pieces. Moment later the sound of shattering glass could be heard from a nearby room as well. The man before Gabriel drew a shortsword swiftly from the side of his pants, no hilt present in the weapon just a smooth handle, the blade sharp and darkened with some form of oil along the blade. He raised it up and pointed it right at Gabriel, blocking his way to the back rooms. Hidden scabbard tugged in to the side of his thigh inside the pants. Sneaky, and hard to draw out from that quickly.<br/><br/>From the way he held it to the way he held his ground between Gabriel and the rooms, he was challenging the man, and it seemed he might have some skill. People tried to hurry out of the way to clear some way, pints of ale spilling and a drunkard slipping to tumble on the floor, one person's coin purse falling and dozens of silver coins spilling, rolling around swiftly to the surroundings, while Lady Luna's hands rose and she began to chant something.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dice Gods demand a Sacrifice! Roll initiative, feel free to declare actions and make the rolls ready, please. Presently, Initiatives 16 go to the man with the rapier, and 11 goes to Lady Luna.</div></div>