[center][h3][u] Serene's Folly[/u][/h3][i]EVERYONE INSIDE THE TAVERN[/i][/center]

With impeccable timing, and the gnome ordeal now over, Kyzler made himself known. His appearance and attire was obvious of his trade. A hunter.
His outfit held an array of weapons, tools and trinkets in every place he could put one, weaved through belts, in extra patches and pockets, ect ect.

He came onto the main floor through the back door, but he did not come alone. With a thick heavy rope taught tightly over his shoulder he dragged a half subdued hog tied gnome behind him. Making his way to an appropriate sized corner table he got straight to work.

There was the loud cluttering smash of cups and cutlery as Kyzler cleared the table with one foul swoop. Then a thud followed as he replaced the items with the gnome instead. Skilfully he reworked the ropes and soon the wriggly creature was bound to the table. But rope was not enough.
With purpose designed pitons and a heavy headed gimpy, the hunter proceeded to nail the creatures limbs to the wood.

The following sounds were proof the creature was not only still very alive but defiantly aware of pain.

Kyzler worked with an intense efficiency and practiced skill. Moving on from one thing to the next without pause or hesitation.
In his hand he found a keychain of different shapes and material holy ornaments, one by one he flicked through them and pressed them against the gnomes skin and mentally noted the reaction.

Throughout the whole ordeal he maintained a rugged roguish charm and carefree playful demeanour.
He wore a pleasantly gracious smile that was equally teasing and daring, and some what infectious. This was exceeded only by a steely gaze that tore right through the flesh as it sank into the deep depths of the soul.

"[b]Yor all a pitiful excuse for hunters[/b]." He says with a slightly raised voice, to no one in particular but the room. His ever so slight accent giving faint hint of his hidden ancient Irish ancestry. 

"[b]But if ne'one got a problem with what ere I'm doing to our friend 'ere? Say it now![/b]."