Soah pulled his hood down. "I don't think Arcartus pays you enough to step into what you're about to step into." Soah said, as he plucked his pipe from his mouth, and threw it to the ground, in a symbol of defiance. Soah pulled down his hood, revealing his boyish face. Besides his gruff and gravely voice, there was no reason to even be slightly intimidated by Soah. Although, Soah took on a serious visage. Despite not sympathizing with the rebel, and even disgusted by his actions, Soah was in a mood to bust heads, plus he really disliked the Empire's authority. This was a perfect chance to butt heads, save sometime for the rebel to get his act together and hide, and gave Soah a perfectly good reason to get the hell out of town. Soah doubted he could actually take the guards in a melee, though. Soah wouldn't normally want a fight, but the 'itch', as Soah called it, had gotten a lot more vicious within the past couple of weeks. Soah had fought it off considerably, but fighting off this urge was like trying to fight off the cold when you're standing 3 feet in snow, naked. Soah was completely fine with turning, even only partially, to take care of the urge, and three guards would be easy enough. "You might want to take your hand off your sword, unless you actually intend on using it." Soah added, in his gruff voice. While Soah's voice was threatening, he made no move to take a offensive stance against the guards, his hand didn't even trail to his short sword.