He had been minding his own business, wandering about the town when his attention was drawn to the apothecary and the woman who came bolting out of it in a mad dash. Curiosity taking control, Wynn moved closer, until he stopped in his advanced when a burning skeleton zoomed past. And when it was struck and fell, he just stared, wide-eyed. Wynn quickly hurried over, and gave the skeleton a light nudge, booting it aside. He peered in before entering after a moments of hesitation. He wasn’t going to ask questions about what happened even though now he wanted to know. Must have been something with those mages deities he believed in. Wynn always pinned these bizarre, supernatural occurrences on them.

He slithered his way over to Marek, gaze darting about. He took note of the unsheathed sword and immediately he fell at unease. Perhaps he had made a wrong decision in entering, but he cursed his curiosity for that. His left hand fell to the flintlock that was kept in the leather holster at his waist, [i]though he made no move to pull it out[/i]. He wasn’t stupid, but he most certainly was going to defend himself if someone made a move on him.

[b][color=green]"Ahh. What's going on?"[/color][/b] He asked, mostly directed to Marek since he was the closet.

@Green_Hood ((And whoever's still there still >.<))