Mithias hand managed to deftly avoid catching either the werewolf's or the half-orc's attention and was now leaning with arms folded in the shadows against a wall. The only reason everyone realized he was still there was that they heard the sound of a window opening. Mithias let the cool night air in beside him. Golden eyes blinked from the shadows, keeping his thoughts about the barfight secret behind them. The vampire hadn't gotten involved nor done anything less than vanish. He seemed much more content with peace. The blood didn't seem to interest him more than the drink he already had.