[i]Have I wandered into a Mages gathering or something?[/i] The thief thought to himself as several of the strangers were busy showing off their magic to eachother. Xavalzo had no problem with magic, but given the condition of the building they were in, he felt it wasn't very wise for them to be casting magic indoors. Who knew if the next spell would cause the building to explode. With that final thought, the thief cleared his throat and spoke up. 

[color=f7941d]"Look, magics all fine and dandy with me, but I've had to wander for about a week through the woods to get here,"[/color] Xavalzo said, attempting to sound like he had any authority over the matter. [color=f7941d]"And i'd rather not see [i]my uncle's[/i] tavern burn to the ground around me, so lets just halt it with a spells for a bit alright?"[/color] He said, sounding rather concerned about the issue. Xavalzo glanced back up towards the ceiling, swearing he had heard someone else's voice. [color=f7941d]"Hmm.. Vishko!"[/color] The thief called out. The metallic hawk flew out from wherever he had been hiding upstairs and swooped down onto the counter in front of his master. [color=f7941d]"Hey pal, I need you to do something for me.."[/color] He leaned in and whispered something to his bird, which replied to him with metallic cawing. With that, the clockwork bird golem flew out the still open door.

He then turned to the others. [color=f7941d]"Well if you lot are serious about rebuilding this place, I guess we should figure out who is doing what around here then.."[/color] The thief said, leaning against the counter again. [color=f7941d]"I can manage the bar, at least for a while.. but we're going to need some way of getting food and supplies-"[/color] He then gave a quick glance towards the conjurer. [color=f7941d]"[i]Preferably real food.[/i] Plus we'll probably need to do some cleaning, and some manual labor.."[/color] He added as he glanced around the dusty, dirty, room. [color=f7941d]"Oh, since it seems we may have to cozy up with one another,"[/color] The thief stated, glancing over at the Northern Warrior, who was currently busy skinning what would presumably become [i]her[/i] meal for the night. [color=f7941d]"The name's Xav. Just another wanderer from those lifeless deserts in the far south."[/color]