As Hark sat eating his quite delicious quail he casually observed the bar and noticed what appeared to be a witch hunter enter in and not long after a young girl who was apparently carrying  sword for an officer. [color=007236]No one of importance[/color] He thought to himself as he ripped the second leg off the small bird and began to take a bite. 

 [color=a36209]"Watch where you're walking! Drunken fool..."[/color] Hark paused mid bite and looked around to see what was going on and he spotted a man who was about to get his face stomped in by three men. One of the men drew his dagger and before he could end the poor drunk bastards life another man entered the bar who clearly had been running for a while as he was sweaty and dirt. The strange low life stood in front of the three men in an attempt to stop the fight. "Hey if you're gonna kill each other at least have the decency to do it outside." He exclaimed to the the three. 

 Hark almost dismissed the near brawl until he noticed who the three men were. He recognized them from the capital, they were greedy spice traders from the Nation of Taste who tried selling overpriced goods to the almost desperate people of the Nation of Sight. He quickly got up and walked over to the men not caring if the lowlife who just entered the bar would have actually broken up the fight and as soon as the man wielding the dagger looked at him Hark spartan kicked him square in the chest send the man stumbling over knocking into a nearby table. 

 [color=007236]"So you come from a neighboring nation and you have the balls to threaten someones life over a little accident?"[/color] Hark asked in an emotionless tone as his blue eyes seamed to burn a hole right through the man. However what the man did next surprised Hark, a slow grin crossed his face, [color=ed1c24]"I know who you are, you're one of the kings lapdogs; the mighty Royal Guard"[/color] He said in a mocking tone before he readied his dagger. Hark was taken back by what the man had said, he wondered how he could have known this. Surly the man couldn't have recognized him from the capitol, was it the cult that had shared a vision with him? Well none of that mattered now and he noticed some of the people in the bar were now looking at him with curious gazes probably all thinking the same question; Why was a man in the Royal Guard in a small bar like this? 

 The man didn't give any second thought and lunged at Hard with his dagger but Hark easily dodged the attack and countered by grabbing his outstretched hand with the dagger and dealing a heavy blow to the mans gut with his knee. He didn't hesitate and threw the man against the near wall and with the dagger he pinned the man to the wall by the cartilage of his ear. The man yelped in pain and reached up for the dagger trying to pull it out but before he could Hark landed a hefty right hook to the mans jaw ripping his ear. Red scarlet drops of blood spattered around the floor almost glowing with the light of the lanterns that lit the bar. 

 The man stood there trying with all the strength he had left to keep himself up clutching his torn ear. Hark looked at him nonchalantly, [color=007236]"Well what did you expect would happen when you got into a fight with the Kings Royal Guard?"[/color] Over his shoulder he noticed the two men he were with were slowly drawing their blades.