[center][h1][b][color=035096]Cassim[/color] and [color=red]Iago[/color][/b][/h1][/center]

As Gaston moved in on Cassim, the Frenchman's taller and burlier stature practically eclipsing the muscled but lithe thief, Iago took off to the rafters. He felt it would be safer to watch from up above than be perched on the object of the huntsman's anger, misplaced though it was. Score for Iago, out of trouble again!

Cassim raised an eyebrow as Gaston raised him right off the ground, allowing himself to be dangled without much of a fight. It brought back memories of some of the attempted hangings he escaped back in his... Less skilled days. Still, more interesting things were abound than this muscle-brained brute. For one, Iago was not the only one to express his disdain for the man's boorish song. In the crowd he spotted something truly [i]fantastic![/i] A dragon! A very small dragon, unimpressive by the standards of the literature of the far East he had read, but a dragon all the same! He had to get closer. From his understanding, where there were dragons there was a treasure hoard!

Cassim found himself drug through the air by Gaston (if nothing else this man certainly was as strong as he boasted) and the Gypsy woman came to his defense. He smiled at her noble attempts, but really the efforts were not necessary. [color=035096]"Apologies my fine host,"[/color] he said to Gaston. [color=035096]"But it is time I found myself elsewhere."[/color] The desert man slipped out of his dark blue cloak, and thus out of Gaston's iron grip, landing back on sweet terra firma. In the same motion he undid Gaston's trouser belt then snatched his cloak back up. Belt and cloak in hand, he bounded for Mushu, a golden gleam in his eye.