"Oh my I am late" Said the small man.  He wasnt a man of the blade, nor was he a man who quite fitted in around there. He was a man that wore clothing not fit for battle. A long white scarf, a black smart trench coat and brown spectacles. A brown hat that looked so forine it wasn't a joke. No he diddnt fit in at this place but he was late and he diddnt have the time in the dark to keep going. Pushing the door open into the small tavern room he sighed "Looks like ill be spending the night in a den of thieves". Standing looking at the scene he could see a suicidal bard and a brandishing orc. Taking his moment saver out, a small box that had a pixie draw a picture of it with a quick flash to memorialise the occasion. "Are you not going to help this poor man?"