Fenris sat silently in his chair, taking the occasional drink while he observed the others interacted among one another.  His face a neutral mask of indifference.  He carefully took measure of everybody, reading them for individual strengths and weaknesses.  Character and personality was a large portion of it, but he also had the potential to draw limited inferences as to their skills in the way they carried themselves.  Of course it would be Asleod calling the shots, but it was something that would bring a certain level of reassurance when he was in the field with a few of those present.<br/><br/>Even as Alexander's emotions began to boil over, the Ranger could see his desire to find an outlet for his rage, but could also tell that his aggression wouldn't be directed at anybody.  Some people punch tables or walls.  Some throw mugs or flip furniture.  Fenris didn't even blink when the bomb was hurled into the fireplace out of frustration, he had seen an outburst coming from a mile away.  Granted, the incendiary was a new take on the same old occurrence, but it is just that and isn't much more alarming than a heavy glass mug shattering against a wall when it comes down to it.  All he did was add a few more adjectives to the file inside his mind.<em>Dramatic.  Emotional.  Brash.  Circumspect.  Wasteful with resources.</em><br/><br/>As the Elven woman offered to clean the flecks of soot that marred his face with a wet cloth, Fen quirked an eyebrow for the briefest of moments then added one more adjective.<em>Heartbreaker.</em><br/><br/>He watched with mild amusement as Lebanon snapped at the show and threw a minor tantrum of his own.  Fen mused at the accusation of Alexander being a raving lunatic and reflected to a maniacal outburst of laughter in the darkened corner of the bar without any apparent cause.  Then recalled the other various reactions of the man that were all so overt that they couldn't have been anything other than exaggerated showmanship.<em>Pot.  Kettle.  Black.</em><br/><br/>"Speaking from the perspective of the man who is most likely going to be the one who is going to be dealing with the business end of a blade before anybody else present..."  Fenris added as that line of conversation began to wind down, his tone humble and distant.  "I am bound to find a healing potion much more valuable than a silver tongued noble or a self-proclaimed artist when it comes down to it.  But of course, that is something only truly appreciated when you personally experience a grave wound where only intervention from another can pry you free from the clutches of death."