Unfortunately for Lorne, the argument didn't accelerate to violence, he would have enjoyed watching that. He sighed as he finished off the last piece of bread. He supposed it was fun to watch them yell at each-other a bit. He did notice the exotic weaponry of many of the people in the bar, who all seemed heavily armored and armed despite being in a simple drinking establishment. The most intriguing man was the bronze-skinned man who carried a weapon that he hadn't seen in quite some time, a black powder thing. Those cost a ton.

In fact, if he could sell that, he could get a crap-ton of money. First he needed to get the guy to somehow misplace it. That sword too, those would be pretty big objects to just lose, good thing he had a full arsenal of scrolls and rings. He placed a ring of illusionary magic on his right pointer finger and invisibly pointed at the musket on the man's back. A small flash being the only noticeable effect of an illusionary copy assuming the same space as the real weapon.

[i]Slow and steady,[/i] he thought as he slowly placed a hand on the real musket, avoiding any contact with the man's body. The musket faded into invisibility along with him as he drew a knife and deftly placed it against the harness that tied it to the man's body.

Then he flickered back into sight.

[i]Oh no.[/i]