The Duskwight remained confused, very confused, however he did spot someone who came into the Tavern, though dry remarked back to the barkeeper(?), "..I wouldn't set fire to anything, unless it was to burn a corpse."
With that the Duskwight made his way over to Siben who just rested their head down on the table top. His boots could be heard hitting the floor, as he wasn't masking himself from not being heard.
"Excuse me," He addresses with a smile, "What-- happened? I mean, that looks pretty bad.." He then sighs softly before rubbing the back of his neck. "..unless your as clueless as I am.."
Then he mutters softly, "..which just be my luck.."
With that the Duskwight made his way over to Siben who just rested their head down on the table top. His boots could be heard hitting the floor, as he wasn't masking himself from not being heard.
"Excuse me," He addresses with a smile, "What-- happened? I mean, that looks pretty bad.." He then sighs softly before rubbing the back of his neck. "..unless your as clueless as I am.."
Then he mutters softly, "..which just be my luck.."