Ansgar was quiet while the man spoke at rather great lengths about his own personal problems. Well, not personal, apparently him and quite a few others had suffered at the hands of some apparent leader of some sort or another. However, had he been another person he wouldn't have seen the look in his eyes as anything more than just sorrow. But the draconkin had seen that kind of look before, many years ago in the slave pits. The ones set against impossible matches, resigned to their fates to be slaughtered for the enjoyment of others. The man spoke of the fact that many of his comrades were dead, or worse, and that he was going to join them by tomorrow. It sounded like the survivors fit for combat would not be able to muster the numbers to stand against them. Then this soldier spoke of the leader of the attacks, Death apparently, a god above the fanatics that refused to withdraw and fought to the death. It wasn't something most were ready to fight like, msot conventional armies and soldiers would fight hard, and would die, but not to the death typically barring unusual circumstances. Facing a foe that does not fear death requires a certain approach, an approach that most did not grasp.

	The soldier wrapped up with his name and an apology, this Gaien, as he seemed to rise back up to drunk instead of drunken depression. An improvement, mind you, but drowning one's sorrows got one nowhere. Not that he planned to call the soldier out on this, it would be in poor taste and, if the man spoke truly, he drank for the dead as much as he did anything else then. Rather, he nodded quietly, the din of the other tavern revelers being notable enough to keep the Seraphim busy it seemed. Shame, she was nice eye candy, but if there was to be another attack on this place tonight, they might not be able to spare sword arms to be dallying with such lures. [color=a36209]"Your apologies are unnecessary, Gaien. Most folk would be in such a state of mind if they saw the same as you seem to have, so I hold no ill will towards you for ramblings. They intend to come here, then?"[/color] If that was the case, then Ansgar had two options, really. Run, and have to sleep out in the woods somewhere, or stand his ground here. While he wasn't one to go seeking a fight, he would definitely be one to stand his ground and fight if need be. And it gave him an excuse to remain here as well, if violence broke out, it would be a short, quick flight into the fray. If not, he might have good company for the night then, not in Gaien but in the bartender, if things went smoothly enough.