Griff sat at the bar nursing a tankard of ale, absent-mindedly carving an L into the bar with his dagger as he thought about his next move, garnering a glare from the bartender. It was a habit he'd picked up since working for the League, he liked to think that maybe someone would see it and realise they weren't alone in their dislike of the Empire and weren't unable to resist its tyranny. With the sound of alarm bells ringing outside, Griff knew he wouldn't he safe if the soldiers decided to search the tavern. A few of them had seen him so search parties would likely be armed with a rough description, however they would be looking for someone alone. 

"First time in a tavern?" He asked turning round on his stool to face Adrian, hoping to engage him in conversation. Seeing that he had stood up to intimidate the mercenary across the room, Griff leant back against the bar and took a swig from his tankard of ale. "Oh. This will be good." He chuckled. The mercenary was clearly slightly drunk although he was well armed and looked experienced, yet here was someone, little more than a boy, in tattered rags trying to appear the tougher of the two. Feeling pity for the boy, Griff lent in Adrian's direction, talking softly so that only he would here. "It was a jest he wasn't looking to fight. If you've just changed that, avoid going for his body, that tunic is lined with chainmail. You'll do more damage to you hand than him." He said, hoping to give the boy at least some confidence if the man was looking to fight. Not wanting to get too involved, Griff returned to his position leaning against the bar and took another swig of his ale, waiting with anticipation to see how the situation would play out.