As his mark went into the bar he stepped down from the rafters to follow. he heard him say something, but Alacore couldn't be sure what. as he entered the inn, the barkeep said "thieves prosper," 
"and the rich die." I uttered toward him. Everyone turned to look at Alacore, still wearing his mask. he approached a man taking a drink and said, "do we have to mess up this fine establishment or can I kill you out side, silver was it?" he said in a death like tone, his Work voice as he calls it. Alacore put his left hand on silver's shoulder and right hand on Farlorn, ready to draw at any moment.