Sanctus had picked up a tail, he was sure of it, he lost interest in the tactician and the mercenaries, the newcomes look like they could handle themselves. He doubled back retracing his steps. He soon found the man, a fighter he had noticed (and smelled) in the tavern. There was also a little girl with an eyepatch there. He stopped, suddenly gripped by deja vu. For some reason the girl seemed familiar to him, but he could swear he have never seen her before. With a little effort he pushed the odd feeling away. He snuck up behind the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Man I hope those corpses were no one I knew." he said with a boyish grin on his face "I am sorry, miss but this man seems to prior engagement." Sanctus turned to face the angry drunk fighter, suddenly completely somber. "Although, you are welcome to his corpse when I am done." To the fighter, he said "I know you came to fight me, so lets drop the pretenses. I could feel you glowering at me the whole time I was in there. And don't you dare say something stupid, like just looking for the bathroom. Now, I'm going to give you one chance, walk away now, or this gets ugly." Sanctus drew his sword but stayed in a relaxed, almost cocky stance." "What will it be?"