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[b][color=662d91]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Jack, Fauve
[b][color=662d91]Mentions:[/color][/b] [@Valkon] [@Candy][/center][hr]Gabriel, as before, seemed rather distracted compared to his earlier attention on them. His eyes kept on fleeting towards the others - taking in the information of what was happening around him. The Myti seemed to have disappeared, along with the construct and the elf. Odd, maybe they didn't like it enough at the tavern. Then someone came in, a bard of sorts if he wasn't mistaken. A flute player? He headed straight for the mysterious woman who had... oh he hadn't noticed her come back really. But there was nothing else to really look forward to, after that. 

He raised a cup to her as he smirked, [b][color=662d91]"Merchant would be the correct term. Selling enchanted items all around, tryin' to make some gold from it to survive."[/color][/b] The older male finished the cup, and it didn't seeem to affect him all that much, aside from the fact that he leaned back a bit - indicating that he'd certainly had his fill. Having drunk at least three different types of alcohol for the past hour, he was rather sure that he was going to hit his limit soon, and he'd rather not get anything swiped off him. [b][color=662d91]"Though I'd like to be known as a man you can look to for odd jobs. Like ruin hopping... monster hunting and the likes."[/color][/b]

With his attention divided between Fauve's outrageous suggestion and the fact that he only now just processed that the flute player had disappeared due to some guard violently pushing him away. Blinking, he looked back at Fauve with a confused look. [b][color=662d91]"Having fun on an evening like this? 'Fraid I have to leave rather early tomorrow. I'm in search for answers, no time for small breaks."[/color][/b] Gabriel then blinked as the mysterious woman exited the kitchen with a bloody knife.

And he wasn't the only one to notice.

Fauve was already up on her feet to check it out. Gabriel was close behind to check it out. Lying on his own pool of blood, the bartender was most definitely dead. Gabriel blinked. And then again. Wow, there must have been quite a change in Nadska since he last came here. The last time he was here, it didn't attract murderers. Or anyone who was even remotely righteous, in this regard. Looking towards the stairs, he gestured at Fauve.

[b][color=662d91]"It's not our business, but it didn't look like that girl's business either."[/color][/b] Gabriel walked back to the other side of the counter. It wasn't soon until he heard thumping, and a scream. Then nothing but silence. Running a gloved hand through his brown locks, he couldn't help but shake his head. [b][color=662d91]"Sounds like it's a done deed."[/color][/b] With a yawn, he wondered if he should head up or not. It sounded rather dangerous to do so, given what had happened up top. 

Gabriel didn't really want anything to happen which is the reason he came to Nadska in the first place. No doubt the guards would be swarming this tavern as soon as the other patrons noticed what they had, and possibly even question them why they didn't say anything. Guards ask questions, a lot of them. If he wanted for everything to be over with, it would have been better to just leave here and now.

[b][color=662d91]"Looks like it's going to be a busy night. Hope not too much though."[/color][/b] He mused. Now that there was only just a few more hours before he had to retire, judging from what was happening. This tavern now reeks of death. Poor Nadska - this normal quaint little town has just been shown a little bit of excitement for once. Not so fortunate, isn't it?
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