Boredom. This was practically a ditch of a town, and Syrex couldn't stand the fact he had to stick around here. Hells. Steal from one watchman, and you had to scuttle away like a bug before getting squashed. He grumbled to himself a bit, and he tried to keep his irritability in check so his eyes didn't glow; there was no real challenge for a thief of his caliber here. He was standing outside of the Silver Stoat Tavern, the atmosphere of such a place being the only real place that excited him at all, although he was contemplating looking around the shops. After all, the buzz around town made it clear something was up. It was better than hanging around the rather cold town like a lump. He hailed a drunk coming out of the tavern for more information, calling in a smooth voice, "What's the word around town? Everyone seems on edge."<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Diplomacy: (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46265) 13 + 6 = 19.