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Lief returned the glance, opening his mouth to ask if he was in fact bothering her in any way. He quickly shut it and turned the other way. He didn’t wish to make things awkward of any sorts, though the silence was ringing in his ears. The thief exhaled and told himself he was overreacting about the situation.

Situation. Was that the right word to use? Perhaps it wasn’t. The Hellion tapped his foot while rethinking this. Of course, he didn’t wish to move and possibly disturb the woman, so he sat still and drew a sharp breath. Perhaps he wasn’t ‘overreacting’. Maybe he was just.. overthinking.

As he was facing the opposite way, he spotted Aleron and blinked. He hadn’t expected his friend to enter the building after leaving in irritation. The Hellion kept an eye on him, guessing he would have to make conversation later with the fellow knight.

“Well, that’s pretty complicated, I’d say. It’s not that I dislike my job, I just wish it was filled with less idiots. And I wish my specimens were alive. But I also don’t like the alive ones....” He said, thinking. “It’s... complicated. What about you, why are you here?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

Aleron battered an eye at Lief, returning the awkward stare. As the man spoke again, Aleron turned back to face him. "I.. just happened to be passing by, I suppose," He shrugged, not giving more reasoning than what was said. He yawned, running his hand through his hair as he raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing you're here to take a break from your... job?"

“Yes, I suppose you could say that.” He said. His sentences were slowly getting more logical, a sign the caffeine was taking affect. “Oh. A little heads up. If a man comes in at some point claiming to be called Ghi, don’t talk to him. It’s not worth the risk.” He commented, unsure if Ghi was still following him but not wanting to take any unnecessary risks just in case he was.

He nodded once, slanting his heel back slightly. "Who is 'Ghi', if I may ask?" He questioned, crossing his arms with a curious peer. "And why is he 'not worth the risk'? Is he dangerous or some sort of a potential threat?" He pondered for a moment, his brows pinched together. He didn't feel like walking in on yet another fight, seeming as he was exhausted and had many more tasks he had to take care of before stepping foot outside this tavern once again.

“Oh, He’s just-“ suddenly the coffee finally did its job, and he returned to his usual self completely. “Well. Isn’t this...” he squinted his eyes. “...inconvenient.” He glared at Aleron. “Listen. It’s nothing personal, and I mean no impoliteness, but I’m in possession of some very important secrets. SO.” He flipped a crimson pistol out of his pocket, pointing it at Aleron’s neck. “Why don’t you quickly do me a favour and tell me just exactly everything I’ve told you?” He said, the expression on his face one of mild annoyance at worst.

The guard smiled, closing his eyes for a moment to draw a breath before opening them again. "No need to draw weapons, Sir," He stated, recalling this oddly familiar situation from earlier. What was with people and pistols? And why did Aleron seem to draw them like moths to a flame? "You've said something about your job and a few.. friends of yours? Apparently, you watch rocks, but don't take much interest in the hobby. Though, you believe it to be better than your last.. What was it..? Unit-watching? Eh, something like that. You never did explain what that was, I recall. Oh! And you've mentioned your friends' names.. Ghi and-" He snapped his fingers. "Zerr?" He didn't turn, but he wore a smirk and glimpsed at the man. "I believe that's it, besides a few complaints."

He raised an eyebrow, but put his gun back in its holster nonetheless. “Very well. My apologies, one can never be too careful these days.” He said, taking another drink from his coffee. “So, I believe that was me overstaying my welcome at this table?” He asked, taking out a small green cube.

He blinked, silently exhaling. "No need to apologize. It isn't the first time someone's struggled to keep a secret or two," He chuckled lightly, straightening his posture. "And, no need to move, I suppose. You have done nothing to.. highly threaten anyone's life." Aleron shrugged before anxiously adding, "Not that I didn't doubt you were going to shoot, but-" He glimpsed at the cube with curiosity and interest glistening through his eyes, and he stopped speaking to study it for a moment.

Lief propped his head on his hand, sending constant looks at Aleron. Panic was sent through him as he watched the man Al was speaking to draw a gun, and he nearly leapt from his seat. Eye widening, he shifted quickly as his breath came short. He didn't wish to knock over Ember, but he couldn't help but nearly fall from his seat. As the man lowered the gun, Lief inhaled piercely and quit stirring. He muttered what sounded like a prayer in his deep accent. Clearing his throat, he whispered a small apology to the woman before he readjusted the way he sat. He used his free hand to run a hand through his tousled hair, exhaling. He was still on edge, though he let himself calm down for a moment.

He didn't understand what he was so panicked about. Hadn't Aleron made his life miserable years before? Hadn't Aleron been the one who told Lief's location to the guards? Wasn't Aleron the reason Lief was caught in this chaos of running and skipping village to village? Lief rethought the last bit, biting his lip in slight irritation. Though Aleron had ratted him out, Lief had been the one to steal the crown in the beginning, let alone steal from the village's plaza. The thief sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a moment. He put on a smile and lowered his hands, wondering if he had looked.. insane.

Ember was almost jumping from her position as Liefthous practically jumped in his seat, her whipping her head to face him, concerned that something happened to hurt him. Seeing no one near to seem threatening, beside the still ominous new comer not far away, she grew confused; her now wide grey orbs narrowing slightly. His attention was pointed to someone though she realized, but the other man was fairly far away and seemed to pose no threat.

"Liefthous...", Ember trialed her voice off, too tired to think of a proper not-question-question. At his smile she went still for a moment, wondering if he had gone mad with pain. The red-head brushed it off though and gently tapped his shoulder in hopes to bring him out of it.

Startled, Lief turned to face her, concern and panic still catching the light in his eye. The smile weakened, though it didn't fade away completely. "Yes..?" His voice cracked slightly, and he flinched at the tone. Flashing a somewhat of a brighter smile, he forces himself to laugh, even if it was quietly. "..Apologies. I didn't mean to.. alarm you in any way." He faintly drew a breath, wondering how he managed to keep his foolish grin like nothing had happened moments ago. "It was just.. a sudden shot-" His eye widened, and he rephrased the last part of his sentence. "A jolt of pain. That's all.." He nodded once, resisting the urge to whip around and leap from his seat, only to make his way to Aleron in a quick yet clumsily manner. "Apologies if it frightened you."

He swallowed, lowering his gaze to the table. He was hardly lying, yet it wasn't the truth. Though the Hellion believed the lie to be obvious, he didn't correct himself nor make any movements to show he was being untruthful; besides from the shaky voice or the way he avoided eye-contact. For the third time in nearly minutes, the thief mumbled another apology.

Ember listened to the man as she swayed side to side slightly, trying to make connections between what he was saying. She sat up properly and did some small stretches to help wake herself up a bit more. "Liefthous should find healful herbs.", the red-head slurred out slightly but managed to hold some firmness to it.

She heard the shakiness of his voice and wondered if he was trying to hide something, but brushed it off. Regardless of any lie, he did need to find something to help with his leg wound. The faster it can be healed the better, obviously. With that in mind, Ember took a swift look around the place, though already knew that no herbs would be found inside. A memory came to mind.

"You had used a power of healful on me earlier.", the grey-eyed woman recalled with a tilt of her head, gazing at the male. Yes, she remembered the agony of being burned. Then the relief and Liefthous falling beside her, drained.

The thief nodded with slight hesitation. "I'm not sure if there are many healing herbs around this area, and, if there were, I'm sure they cost more than you or I could afford." He sent a glance at his leg, once again nodding once at her statement. "It.. wasn't exactly healing, I'm afraid. I s'ppose the magicks don't.. heal. They just lessen whatever pain has been caused until the pain is gone." He added. "And the ability to do that on one person alone is.. exhausting. I'm not positive I have the capability to 'heal' again without causing more injury to myself or fainting."

He exhaled, glimpsing at his hands before returning his attention to Ember. "Apologies." He smiled and chuckled. "Unless you would like me to lay on the floor, passed out like a drunk fool, I'm afraid I cannot 'heal' myself at the moment."

Ember contemplated what he said as she cautiously investigated his leg wound, having never seen the weapon that hurt him before, she wasn't sure how to approach it correctly. Thinking it over, she stopped and looked around, a whisper of an idea echoing in her head. "Liefthous is not to use healful...maygiks...", the red-head mumbled the last word, already knowing she butchered it.

"...there is to be more of Liefthous here.", Ember finished as she glanced around the Hall, trying to spot anyone with the green horns that the man had. If someone else was like him, maybe they had healful herbs with them to help.

Lief blinked. "I’m fine." He stated blankly, laughing quietly. "And I’m not sure if anyone like Liefthous is here." He sat up straight, now scanning the crowd. Lowering his voice, he practically whispered as he added. "And, if there is anyone like myself, perhaps I need to leave."

He smiled and forced another weak laugh. "But that’s besides the point! No one I would know is here, besides Aleron and Hans. Though, Hans seemed to.. disappear at the moment." The thief exhaled. "Perhaps I should just deal with the pain? I’ll be fine, eventually." He grinned, hoping those words would be enough.

Ember furrowed her eyebrows, remembering the spoken names of Hans and Alrom, and continued looking around. "Though not of Liefthous, maybe of herbs.", she tried to think out loud.

There must be some kind of healful place in the Hall. It can't all be...Hall. Right? Grey orbs rested on the white-haired male eventually and she let out a quiet sigh. She thought that she was the one who needed guidance in looking after herself. Seems she found her match in that field.

"You are not skilled in feeling good for your health.", Ember pointed out blankly, face void of emotion for the first time in a while.

Lief nodded once, shrugging with a joking smile. "You have a point." He laughed lightly. "I’ll admit, I’m not that worried about my health, unless I’m lying in filth." He scrunched his nose at the thought. Never again would he leap into a dump with no hesitation. The memory haunted him, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

He looked down, tilting his head with another foolish smile. "But, for the time being, I’m alright. No healing magicks needed. The wound will heal eventually, hm?" He rolled his eyes and simpered. "Don’t think about it too much. It’s not that big of a deal."

Ember blinked at his exception, hoping that he was only joking about it like he usually does. At his reassurance she looked to the side. "If there is to be another attack...", the red-head slowly trialed off, traces of worry etched into her voice.

Shaking her head, Ember looked back to him. "Liefthous is to not attack. Hide, run...no attack. No attack.", she emphasized the last part and pointed at his leg to help bring her point across.

With a smirk, Lief nodded and agreed, sarcasm dripping into his tone. "I understand. I’ll run; I’m not sure I’ll make it very far with this painful, miserable wound." He snickered, but his next statement was somewhat serious. "Though, hiding is like a fish waiting for the shark."

Raising a brow, he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. "And what will you do, hm? Defend yourself without help? That’s a dimwitted plan, I’ll admit. If you get harmed to the point you can no longer fight? Then what shall you do? If the opposing side strikes you and you cannot get up? Who will help you?" He was mocking her with these questions, yet he was completely serious. "I don’t believe I’ll be fleeing, if there is an attack."

He added with another laugh. "Additionally, I was never well at following orders, if you haven’t noticed."