He noted the tattoo design, and then shrugged at the two disbelievers. "I don't get the luxury of not believing something just because I have no proof it is real. After all, as the Summer Knight, I deal with the Fae who make illusions real enough to kill people. On a good day. Don't ask about the bad days."<br/><br/>He glanced in the direction of the zombie mass grave as he talked about bad days, before heading back to his table, and finished his beer. Once that had been finished, he left, and went to where he had fought the two necromancers at night, as they likely hadn't found a black robed corpse in the deep shadows of the nearby forest. He suspected a couple pieces of zombie were also there. Once he got out of the gate, he moved briskly, but didn't draw his weapon yet; no sense in agitating the locals after they finally got calmed down. He then looked around for the corpse, and checked it for the tattoo, before heading back inside. He was officially on recuperation duty, so he was planning to spend most of the day relaxing as he could.