A valid passport? Yeah those were few and far between these days. If he had blurted those words out any louder, someone may well have charged in through the doors to the tavern and attacked this blond-haired man for a chance to get hold of such a valuable commodity. The green-eyed mage just watched the blonde take his own seat and silently enjoy his woman's drink. Why was a foreigner visiting this part of the world? What reason had someone like him for coming to the city of Gabriel Val M'ahr III? A mercenary? A sword-for-hire? Had he heard of the troubles this kingdom faced and wanted to try his hand at helping out? For what? Coin? Fame? Recognition? Where had he come from? There were uncharted parts of this world, places much too dangerous to explore. Could he have come from somewhere like that or simply from the next continent over? So many questions were surrounding this blond-haired stranger and the mage felt a twitch of concern for a moment, but it was soon swept away. He was posing no threat. He even said he didn't know what 'magic' was. There was no need to worry about this guy. The mage drummed his gloved fingers against the wooden table surface and lowered his eyes down to the frosted patch of wood he had caused earlier, but he found himself looking back towards the blonde, his brow lowering and his concerned peering turning more towards a prolonged scowl.

The brown-haired youth continued to watch in silence as the blond rose from his table and returned to the bar to request another drink and a room for the night. Hm, getting some sleep was a tempting thought, but there was plans in motion right now and there was no time for slumber. The mage needed to stay awake and focused. Taru the Unkillable spoke up, but his words were muffled at this distance and not all of them were heard due to them being directed to the blonde. It probably wasn't important and it would be foolish to be distracted. But the mage was distracted all of a sudden as he thought he felt something outside the tavern, something powerful and frightening. Being distracted from being distracted, the green-eyed mage blinked and looked up to see the figure of Taru the Unkillable standing at his table. Jeez this guy was huge... The Shaven Headed Man's voice was very distinct but his words were pretty vague.
[color=006800][i]'They?'[/i][/color]
The mage thought to himself as he cocked an eyebrow at the Shaven Headed Man. His question was answered without him having to ask, but the mage scoffed and waved a hand before him dismissively, chuckling a couple of times as he shook his head from side to side.
[color=006800]"Look old man, if there was an Alpha out tonight, I'd have--"[/color]
The mage's pupils shrank and his face turned pale, causing the mage to stand up and dash across the tavern, knocking his table over and causing his water and dried Needle-Cap drink to smash into shards against the floor. Clambering up to the dirt stained window, the mage wiped a glove across it to reveal the outside world.
[color=006800]"Oh Gods no..."[/color]

There was a eerie silence in the tavern with only the wind howling through the cracks of the windows and the distant shrieking of an Alpha making any sound. It was a hideous sound, even at this distance, like someone was screaming for their life but had screamed so much already that their vocal chords were torn to shreds. The Alpha could feel something but whether it was the Sun Stone or the mage himself, Yasuo didn't know and he didn't plan to hang around to find out. He whirled back around and returned to his table quickly, picking it up and placing it back onto it's feet as he snatched his satchel from the back of his chair and slung it over his shoulder before he sprinted back across the tavern to the door, where he creaked it open a fraction and peered through the gap into the darkened street. The groaning of the Alpha was getting closer, but the mustachioed stranger would not have got too far away so it was still hard to tell which way the Alpha was heading.
[color=006800][i]I've got to get that Sun Stone back before the soldiers get it...[/i][/color]
The green-eyed mage glanced back over his shoulder and after a second, he started to smirk.
[color=006800]"Hey Old Man, Blondie, you guys better get out of here pretty quick. Barkeep... It's gonna be a few extra days before you get your money, so I apologize and please bare with me a little longer!"[/color]
The mage rubbed the back of his head in slight embarrassment before he tugged up his hood, turned about and disappeared through the tavern door into the night.

Heading to the middle of the street, the mage took a couple of deep, slow breaths to calm himself. Lifting his right arm up over his head, the mage extended his fingers as if he were about to catch something, before throwing his arm down and summoning his Mage's Staff into his grip with a flash of light. It was a pretty bland staff in all honestly, about 6 ft long and appearing to resemble an ordinary shaolin jo staff with dark green cloth wrapped about either end and in the middle.
[color=006800]"Okay, let's light up this beacon for the Alpha; give all the Alpha's something to focus on!"[/color]
The brown-haired mage extended his left arm up over his head and spawned a sphere of flame within his palm which gave of brilliant light and cast a glow down both ways of the street. Bringing the sphere down to his staff, the mage transferred the flame onto one end where it seemed to grow in both size and brightness. Yasuo's staff was pretty much a catalyst; a booster of sorts, to power up his basic spells. Taking grip of the staff in both hands, the mage brought the weapon up over his head and span the staff about in a few full rotations before he swung it down like it were an axe. As he did this, a swirling torrent of fire spawned from the skies overhead and crashed down onto the roof of a building down the street, crushing the structure and setting it ablaze in mere seconds. The green-eyed mage turned tail and dashed as quickly as his legs could carry him away from the inferno. That ought keep the Alpha distracted for a couple of minutes until the echoes of the arcane song died down again. A couple of minutes, that was all he had. The soldiers, and perhaps even Gabriel himself, would have seen such a thing and it was only a matter of moments before the entire city was put in lockdown.