Dan'l stared around the bar for whoever had made the noise trying to attract his attention and shrugged his shoulders when he found nobody. Whoever it was probably had the wrong person anyways. He was an utter unknown in this particular place. The time taken to peruse those gathered in the bar was not in vain. In the midst of the revelers a small group attempted to hide themselves. While they dressed like the rest of the peasants their body language screamed anything but peasant. Backs were too straight, eyes scanned the crowded room not out of curiousity or fear but out of habbit. Something that trained military personel would do to keep appraised of any potential threats entering or exiting the area.
This town kept getting more and more odd the longer he stayed. A large lavish celebration supposedly for the thieves guild and then a covert military group hiding, and perhaps plotting, in a nondescript tavern. Dan'l decided to find out a bit more about the military men and just what they might have in store. He shuffled from the bar to within hearing distance careful to avoid any and all eye contact with any of the men.
"..tomorrow he dies."
"Then we can leave this wretched expanse of land and get back to where they serve real beer?"
"Oyln can you ever leave the ale alone long enough for a rational thought?
"Long enough to get this job done, yes. But afterwords... No promises."
"First thing tomorrow then. Best of luck to you all."
The men began trickling out of the establishment in ones and twos. Dan'l hadn't heard enough to fathom what their plan may be aside from murder. He was curious but whatever it was didn't concern him overmuch. He nudged one of the men offering his appologies as he stole a dagger from him and vanished into the crowded streets. Perhaps the dagger would offer some kind of clue as to what, or who, the men were.