The events that had previously transpired only served to further anger the paladin. Whatever magics the Hag had called upon were unlike most things he'd seen before, leaving him in and even deeper state of contemplation than usual. The party's arrival at Bourgund was not exactly welcome either, since massive cities like these are prone to stall the party's pursuit even more.

 The comforts of a good night's sleep in an otherwise passable inn were lost on Lex. He slept as always. Uneasily, with his armor on and his massive battlehammer ready. Even though Lex's dreams were indistinct and hazy, and most of them were forgotten upon waking up, he could not shake off the feeling of them becoming progressively bleaker. It was as if some nebulous influence slowly enveloped him. He opened his eyes at dawn's first light, his mail rattling loudly as he roused himself from a sitting position that had remained unchanged throughout the night.

 Lumbering out of the room, the man grabbed hold of a rather sizable fur cloak, and draped it over his shoulders with one swift motion. Upon reaching the tavern's main room, his movements changed, shifting from normal to deliberately slow and cautious. The establishment was strangely empty, especially for this time of day. An ill omen indeed. The ensuing talk with the tavernmaster, however, seemingly liberated Lex of his suspicions soon enough, as he shared a few simple but useful enough information with him, and apparently the group as a whole.

 When his admittedly unappealing breakfast of beans,  bread and pork was done, Lex followed the rest to their supposed destination. Even before properly leaving the establishment, the cries of what sounded similar to a preacher, or a doomspeaker were heard, and muffled as they were, scraped at the back of his head. Him mentioning the Sea Hag made Lex's grip on his weapon infinitely tighter. As he approached the scene, he squinted at the sight of the dragonborn dismissing whatever poor fools were listening to his drivel. With the musically inclined tiefling and [i]Ulor[/i] of all people standing nearby, this was no coincidence indeed.

 No sooner than the dragonborn revealed his true allegiances, Lex sprung into action. He completely ignored his elven companion's call, moved closer towards the conman, well within an audible range, and ceased his advance as abruptly as it had began. Momentarily loosening his hand, he let the hammer's head slam against the ground, producing a somewhat loud, yet still conspicuous to most clang, and spoke. 

 [i]"And who was the one who paid you for this, dragonborn?"[/i]


[hider=Rolls] Lex's hostile demeanor may be considered frightening. Intimidation check: 
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2299[/hider]