Abaddon had been... [i]peculiarly[/i] quiet ever since departing from the Golden Tablet. He hadn't exchanged too much witty banter with anyone, nor done much apart from nod, shake his head, shrug, or indifferently walk on like some kind of marching machine. Though perhaps that last point was merely a testament to his experience delivering packages all across Mirasoria. Nevertheless, it could've been considered quite strange to see the brash gunman from before reduced to an almost complete and utter silence.

And it hadn't even ended yet! Apart from ordering his meal, there was nary a peep as the gunslinger sat at the table, dismantled gun receiving its regularly scheduled maintenance in eerie silence. Every now and then, he'd take a few seconds to drink or eat, before running his hand through Aura's hair, as if petting a cat or some such domestic animal.

[i]TCHK![/i]

Abaddon's silence was broken by a long exhale upon finishing maintenance upon The Cannon. He looked down to Aura, making sure she was as sound asleep as she seemed. "...Well," he finally said, tucking his gun into its holster, "Thank god kid's asleep now. You don't know what it's like having to keep your goddamn mouth shut an' your body all 'relaxed' an' shit for a dozen frickin' hours." Truly it did feel really fucking good to not have to worry about being a bad influence to children with 'unnecessary' words or actions.

"Anywho, back to business," Abaddon continued, rubbing his hands together, "What'cha say about the Mage's Guilds might be true - might not, I'm no spellslinger - but ain't this 'Saren Harlaus' bastard a Drakovian-born? I'm not usually one for gamblin', but [i]I'm[/i] willing to bet that he has friends or family to help 'im out. Who would go refugee if they were hauling 'round some shady artifact that does who-knows-what-the-fuck, when he can get a few trusty pals to back his sorry ass up? If I were a Mage's Guildee, I'd drop that sumbitch, rules be damned if I learned he could do some crazy, world-domination shit with some two second spell and a magic thingamajig. And if I were Saren, I wouldn't take that fuckin' chance."

That said, Abaddon slunk back into his seat.