Conda sits proper in his seat out on the floor, mopping up the remains of food on his plate with his last piece of steak. No noise of crash or crack was lost on him when the creature was loose. Now finally things had died down and Vivi, the flame, and Dorian had gotten it under control.. eh at least temporarily. Conda could still hear the subtle fury of the creature locked in the back.

"[i]Maybe I'll go back there and kill it before I rest.[/i]"

It seemed, in the commotion, others had showed up to the tavern. One of them- a rodent humanoid, stood timidly just inside the door way.
Conda glanced over to the creature just once, looking it up and down, then returned to his business. Business now being in the form of papyrus paper and fountain pen. Conda takes paper and pen, and steely ornate spectacles out with great care, setting them neatly on the table and goes to work. Spectacles rest low on his nose.