If things were eventful for Countless before, they were definitely eventful now. From what he gathered (and witnessed), Marines had managed to attack the place for pirates. Countless knew about the Marines, but had rarely seen them before. There was a time where he was lucky enough to see a ship somehow make it to the White Sea, although Countless was only able to get a glimpse of what they looked like before they were attacked by the White Sea's sea creatures. Everything else Countless knew about the Marines was from reading and being told stories. They were essentially just Law Enforcement. Like the Divine Squad, without the robes and spears.

Surprisingly, Countless' portion of the tavern was still somewhat intact; save for the small piece of wood which fell on his head, prompting him to move out of the way before the ceiling come crashing down or something of the like. He wasn't worried about the Marines though: he wasn't a pirate, closer to a Bounty Hunter, probably - even then he was more of an adventurer now... with no form of travel. Still it wasn't the time for the young gunner to be thinking about that. He still had to make it out of this town somehow. Stepping outside for a brief moment, he quickly assessed what was going on outside before re-entering the tavern.

[color=DarkMagenta][b]"You know, there are actually a [i]lot[/i] of Marines out there."[/b][/color] He announced mundanely to whoever was still within the gradually-crumbling tavern.

[color=DarkMagenta][b]"...You people should probably hide."[/b][/color] Countless continued, in a more matter-of-fact way. He assumed most of them were pirates, and were probably in [i]pretty[/i] crappy situation right now.