Seeing the red-headed girl stand up, her eyes on the man's back, Cole flipped his journal closed. To any without significant information, they might have thought that the dragon-haired girl was simply following to become a new conquest - another 'floozy'. Were it not for her inane giggling that had clearly carried across the room, and the rifle she carried with clear signs of use, he'd have thought that, too.
[color=92278f]"May whatever gods there are keep us from harm."[/color] he muttered. [color=92278f]"This needs to be worth staying in the city for, or I swear I'm cutting our ties and getting on the next ship to the Red League."[/color]
He returned his mug to the bartender with a nod, and then moved towards the back doors. With luck, there would be others with the same intention.