Luca smiled at the greeting from the man across the table from him. The man's discomfort and hardened gaze towards the feline didn't go unnoticed. Luca set the cat down on the floor and shooed it away. The cat gave another, uninterested meow as it slunk off. Luca looked back up at the man and nodded to him. He then turned to the woman who asked what business he had there.

"Opportunity, frau," He said, his accent not too thick to understand, but still very much there. "It's places like these that the Lord is needed most." 

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the air in the tavern grew tense. Luca turned around to watch the fight between. Magic sparked, knives where thrown, a gun went off. Things were getting rough, and the priest, probably looking as though he had some sort of death wish, stood to put himself in the middle of it.

Luca went to the man who had been injured by the knife. "You're arm, are you okay, herr?" Luca barely managed to ask over all of the commotion. His jaw set. The priest stood and marched over to the man who had thrown the knife. "Stop this!" He said, his voice suddenly gaining volume. "Can't you see you are hurting innocent people? What are you [i]doing[/i]?!"  

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