Things seemed to clear up as they all headed outside- There was no sign of Walkins, Walkins, Walkins, or his ice spirit out in the plaza. The plaza, in fact, looked fairly normal. A couple individuals shot looks at Alan and some of the others as they exited the bar, smoke filtering out of the door as they did, but they didn't seem particularly concerned. A guildsman walked by the group as they exited the tavern. He paused, and shot a look at the group of them, turning to Alan, he gave a half laugh. [color=Wheat]"Jeez Ryner, you look like you were just got out of a gun-fight."[/color]

[color=CD5C5C]"You didn't hear it?"[/color] Alan asked quizzically. The guildsman cocked his head and gave Alan an odd look.

[color=Wheat]"Hear what?"[/color] the guildsman asked suspiciously. The look changed moments later [color=Wheat]"Oh come off it Ryner, you don't go crying wolf with something like gunfire."[/color] the guildsman said with an indignant huff as he walked away.

Watching the guildsman jog away, Alan shot a perplexed look at the others, and then back out towards the plaza. Had no one else heard the gunfire except them? How did no one see the Inquisitor stride into the bar? Alan could only assume that Walkins had something to do with it. Inquisitors were resourceful individuals. Manipulative, but also well trained in weapons use, summoning, and combat techniques. Each inquisitor also seemed to have their own style of combat and trickery as well. Alan was suddenly extremely suspicious of his surroundings. Walkins had given up fairly easily. He could still be watching them if he wanted to.

[color=CD5C5C]"Is everyone alright at least?"[/color] Alan asked aloud, looking at the others. He paused as his gaze reached the two youths. The girl met his glaze and shrinked a bit under his stare. They had just gotten into a gunfight because of a young girl and her over-zealous brother.