Alex was oddly calm during this violent scene. With no weapon drawn, it seemed that his intention was to inspect the tavern. He glided his finger across a table and rub his hand in distaste. It was clear he wasn't very impressed.

Alex looked over the the theif pouring the drink.
"I trust that's safe to drink?" Alex asked in an oddly posh and uplifted tone, clearly he was or rather was a man of rich upbringing.