[@Song Book]
[@Dark Cloud]


He was rather intrigued by her words, so she has traveled? Since she was young at that? He was oh so eager to hear more, telling tales and stories is a nice little pastime for him when other ideas fail. Just about to inquire further into her words until they were interrupted by one of the patrons, the stranger looking man spewing about holy magic it seems. If only certain beings he knew were here, they’d most likely move in defense in a heartbeat. Alas it’s been years since he considered himself part of their nation, years since everything faded into oblivion.

He truly was content with leaving the man alone, only to spot the naga looking to him. Did she think he would do something? Shaking his head as he speaks. “[color=goldenrod]Don’t look at me for this one, I’m not the one he wants and I’m not gonna be the one that stands up to him. If he comes our way then he'll have a problem with me, but otherwise it’s not my fight or yours so why bother?[/color]” Chuckling as he gazes back at the man, which truly he does hope the man doesn’t make his way for them. He’d rather relax at a place like this, not fight in one. But his hand does subtly move into his coat, placing itself on the hilt of the handgun at his side if he is left with no choice.