Saga was out of the tavern by now, relieved by his luck. The fact that he got out of there without a scratch was an accomplishment in itself, and especially so with the dwarf looking to fight, and the lady waiting to jab him in the neck with her dagger. Though it might not have turned out like he wished it would, since the dwarf’ll probably be dead by sundown, at the very least, he was safe for the time being. That is, until he noticed a weight missing from his hip. 

[color=cyan][i]Hey Saga, I don’t know if you noticed, but you left your sword on that table back at the tavern.[/i][/color] 

[color=orange][i]You have got to be fucking kidding me.[/i][/color] 

Saga spun around and began walking back to the inn. He’d already been out for a few minutes, so it would take some time. Hopefully, no one stole his sword. If they did, he’d make sure they'd never steal anything ever again. 

[color=cyan][i]Nope, just marvelling at your stupidity. Seriously, what knight forgets his sword? Also, did you see that strange man walk in? The one with the musket? Seems dangerous.[/i][/color]

[color=orange][i]A drunk one Seele, a drunk one. Also, I don’t really care about him right now. Those lead balls couldn’t even scratch me anyway.[/i][/color] 

[color=cyan][i]Actually, that thing could make quite a dent in your suit. And considering its… condition, it might just get through. Just don’t piss him off, that’s all I’m saying.[/i][/color]

[b][color=orange][i]And when have I ever done that?[/i][/color][/b]