[center][h3]I'm Beanstalk, not a witness of attempted suicide![/h3]
~~~ At the tavern ~~~
[sub]Mainly interacting with [@Dark Light][/sub][/center]

Jared had been sitting at the bar, innocently giving away his coins for something he had hoped would help him soften the negative impact of what had happened earlier this day when suddenly... all hell broke loose. It occured behind his back, but the loud sound of it made him spout the liquor in his mouth all over the place in front of him. Yet, having turned around on his stool, the sight of what happened made him think that Abigail probably would have other things to worry about than removing some sticky substance littering the table.

Like, for example, the entire mess caused by the rapid chain of events he had missed before turning around. The last thing Jared was able to see was some kind of woman - apparently a witch, given that he simply couldn't imagine any hunter pulling of such a show just for some conflict with one of his colleagues and that there were some other things around here hardly explainable without magic - limping out of massively damaged tavern and leaving on a flying broomstick.

Now that really had the quality to deteriorate the man's already severely impaired mood even more. He just had wanted to get himself drunk and an individual which should immediately be subjected to applicated darwinism (reason: too stupid to live) had utterly destroyed it. How many other hunters were around here who just had wanted to enjoy their victory over the gnome assault and have a good time ?

Yet... there was something else around here. Something that didn't match the smell of holy water, wolfsbane, lavender or alcohol. In fact one couldn't deny a striking similarity with the stench of eviscerated entrails, though there was a certain spicy note in it that indicated that it were non-human ent...

[b]"Beanstalk!"[/b]

Given that there was noone else coming even close to eight feet, Jared immediately felt addressed by the callout. It came from a familiar direction, but the sight given when facing it was so ugly that he had turn away twice before finally being able to permanently look at it. Jared pulled up the facemask again as far as he could, the thing now almost reaching his eyes.

Glass of broken vials scrunched under his feet as he approached Ky. Needless to say that he didn't take the direct way, but one riddled with evasive maneuvers around whatever 'soft' materials and reddish liquids were lying on the floor. Luckily his hands were still covered in the leather gloves, so he could allow to brace himself at the table as he leaned over it, looking down at the other man.

[color=#ff9900]"Zero. I think the count is zero. I've not yet beaten up any blithering idiots who were told to stop what they are still doing today. Though, admittedly, I'd still prefer leaving that witch to your elaborate handiwork than preventing you from continuing it with that gnome. Have I made myself clear ?"[/color]