Israfel heard a noise from behind him, startling him, making him turn away from the heated conversation for a brief moment. It was nothing important, a man had dropped a mug of ale, and Israfel sighed in relief. When he turned back to the table, the man he was with was gone, the doors of the tavern closing with a bang. This caught the paladin by surprise; why would he just run out on a fight?
"I don't know, but it must have been... important. So much for today's excitement." He turned to the vampire mistress, smiling slightly to her, despite he evil heritage. What had he to lose. He had left the corps long ago...