The glasses on the table stumbled and shook as Zephyrs fists came down mercilessly on the poor old table, Hawk opened both his blue eyes fully for the first time since he had sat down not half an hour ago. [color=fdc68a]"Perhaps a sliver of tongue too? Don't forget pasted liver, always good for your nerve."[/color] His smirk remained as he spoke, his right eyebrow raised slightly and quizzically. Quickly moving his hand to the edge of the table, he opened it wide enough, and just in time, to catch the salt bowl along with its contents, which had been slowly tumbling toward the sheer drop toward the cold stone floor, no thanks to Zephyrs little outburst.

[color=fdc68a]"You know we can't make a move until they have swapped goods? Keep your calm, order a drink."[/color] He said this very discreetly as he leaned in over the table to replace the salt bowl in its place, all the while still smirking at his friend. Suddenly his face became straightened and serious however, as he noticed with his keen eye, a small but none the less full sack that hung upon one of the Orc's belts. With the same booted foot as before he nudged Zephyr before relaxing back into his chair, and laying a hand over the hilt of his dagger.