Xavier sighed as he saw the armored vigilante walk in with her morbid smelling sack, he had smelled it halfway down the street and it had been making him feel ill even before it stepped into the garrison. He walked over to the clerk and handed them some coin, "There enough to pay off my fine and then some." He says and puts his hood back up, his annoyance with the incompetency of these guards heightened by the fact they did not have the courtesy to write down that the robbers' armor could be used, or something other than their heads. He walked out of the garrison, hiding his disgust behind his hood and mask and continued on his way. He decided grabbing a bed "for the night" would be in his best interest as it would be easier to stay under the radar. He first decided however to head towards a tavern and get himself a drink...even if they did not work as well as they had before. He looked around noticing one "The Farmer's Daughter....ha." He chuckled to himself, it was dark humor that made him laugh as he remembered that one of his first kills as a vampire was a farmer's daughter...but that was so many lives ago. He walks in and sits at the bar, ordering one of the strongest, and most expensive drinks for himself, around him was...well most notably Lord Haklo, and an elf woman... wearing almost nothing, and someone wrapped up better than he was, which was surprising as most people would no doubt find it inhumanly hot at this time of day. Xavier shrugged he didn't care really, but it was weird....maybe he did care, he was afterall, a very curious individual. However he knew better than to pry, being alive for so long meant that he was good at not prying unless he needed to. The barkeep came back with his drink and he took to sipping it, as was the custom around these parts. A good strong drink deserved respect afterall.