He raised an eyebrow but there was no sign that his guard dropped.<strong>"Oh yea? I'm guessing my reputation proceeds me. Well an if yer looking for Garth Montalvo, then look nigh further. He's here pointed the instrument of yer death at ye."</strong>Some shuffling can be heard behind the bar. The tavern keeper was crawling on his hands and knee making a break for the back room. The door behind the bar swings open as he crawled to safety. Some of the sailors had started to inch to the stairs. They moved at a snails pace unlike the bartender who had cover. However two sailors weren't trying to get out. They were in between a metaphorical rock and hard place. Vivianne being between them and the stairs, and Persephone in their way of the door.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vivianne</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have no idea if he is being truthful about who he is.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Persephone</div><div class="spoiler_body">You are certain the man believes his name to be Garth Montalvo</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ansha</div><div class="spoiler_body">You aren't 100% sure what sort of conflict you walked in on, but you think that the man called Garth is who he says he is.</div></div></div></div>