Soah slammed down his personal flagon of wine, and stood up from the stool. Soah could hear what the man said at the bar, even over the bustle of the tavern. It was obvious that the man had planned some part in whatever was happening outside. Soah, after a moment of thinking, grabbed his flagon of wine, and walked outside the tavern, bumping the man (Griff) at the bar, before going out the door. The man smelled of sea, stronger than most of the people in the tavern. Soah, being as paranoid as he was, was convinced that the man played a part in the act. Soah wasn't a Empire sympathizer by any means, but liars and rakes disgusted Soah, especially since the man had probably killed crewmen that were simply hired to work for the Empire. [i] If you want to fight the Empire, at least do it to their face. [/i] Soah thought. Soah exited the tavern, pulling his hood up as he did. He could hear the plated boots of Arcarti guards scurrying around, not far from the tavern. Soah, dropped his backpack to the ground, and pulled out his pipe, along with a large pinch of tobacco. He calmly lit the pipe with a match, and puffed away as he stood outside. The guards would no doubt come bum rushing the tavern once they realized exactly what was happening. Maybe Soah would be able to talk them down, before they busted in and started a witch hunt, something that would no doubt cause a great deal of uproar. Soah planted himself in a position that half-way blocked the entrance to the tavern.