As Dalvorin finished his tale, he glanced about the crowd one more, noting an individual who seemed to be walking quite to fast, gripping their jaw. He pointed him out for the guardsmen. "That's likely your man there, one with a newly crook'd jaw." The guard followed Dalvorin's gesture, narrowing his eyes when he saw the fleeing man. [I]"I'll mind him in a moment; shouldn't be hard to find with a jaw like that."[/i] He eyed Dalvorin for a moment on saying that, but made no further remarks, turning to the shop to assist his comrades. Dalvorin puffed his pipe for a moment, before waving the crowd away and setting out down the street. It was a good day, and even he didn't want to waste it sitting by the furnace.

After walking along, Dalvorin noticed a small group, and an odd one; that is, until he noticed the paladin. He sighed. They always seemed to start - or finish - the oddest things. He sighed. He should likely step in, for one reason or another. He changed his path and moved toward small group. As he did, he tried to see what has already occurred. The paladin was very upset already, as well as looking angry. Another passerby seemed to also be attempting to intervene... no, a courier of some sort? He spoke as Dalvorin approached, sounding worried. Noticing that, he saw that the focus of both the courier and paladin were on the third individual, though he was behind them currently. He stepped up directly behind the third individual, eying the other two, before asking quite simply, "What seems to be the problem?" He gave a curt nod to the paladin and added, "Miss."