The bartender did not have any information Kirk wanted. When asked if he wanted a drink, Kirk simply left. This place did not have what he was looking for and was about to leave, when he caught wind of someone speaking of a fire. Perhaps it was the bond fire, but so many voices were speaking that he could not pin it down to a single person. He decided that he would stay for a while, listen to what these people had to say. He took a seat at one of the tables, stabbing the thorns of his armor through the cushion and wooden frames. He kept his ears open, but his hand on his sword's hilt. Danger was always ready to pounce.