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Nox looked between the man and the Paladin. Then shrugged, turning back to the barkeep and motioning for another water. He really had absolutely no reason to answer the accusation, nor prove it...

After a moment, the man seemed to fluster at being ignored. "H-hey...don't ignore me, you furry bastard!" This time, when there was no response, he reached forward to grab the wolf's shoulder...

In a flurry of movement, Nox had the man's hand pinned to the bar with a dinner knife, his head slammed into the counter three times, and then simply dropped the drunkard. With a sigh, he fished something from one of his pouches and reached up to his face.

When he turned to the rest of the bar, it was revealed that what he slid on was a blank facemask.

"Is there anyone else?" The question was calm, almost polite, even. The reaction of most of the patrons, (And quite a few of the drunken man's friends) were quite the opposite.

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Echion had, at this point, belted his sheathed blade to his side and grabbed his shield. He was watching the other inngoers warily; most people were not considered logical and, well...if one nonhuman did something, every other in the vicinity had to be an accomplice.

"...Nau, where are you...?" He huffed, not liking the tension.