Tzirret struck the side of his fist into his palm, disappointed. He knew Peiter was right, but he wanted to get back at him somehow. He felt as if he was the last person to notice the lycans walking in as he saw everyone's expression change around him.

While the two groups of lycans locked eyes nervously, no one immediately broke the silence between them. That was until a certain someone noticed from across the tavern.

"Ah! There you are!" Everyone turned to look at where Gallus was standing as he called out to the group that had just walked in. He obviously was too far away from Lorag at the time to hear what he was saying, but it at least sounded like he wasn't provoking anyone. Gallus took a few paces towards the new lycans and grinned. "We were wondering when you were going to turn up," Gallus gestured to the tables where the Bruma packs were waiting with his free hand. He angled his head forward and his voice took on a lower, more suggestive tone, "Do you have time to talk?"

Fendros rubbed the side of his head. He was probably not the only one that would have preferred a more subtle opening interaction. Hopefully the presence of Rhazii and Newt would tone down the threat of a large group of werewolves appearing in this group's tavern of choice.