Placing the long gunblade on the table Salyavin inspected the main blade of it, running one of his fingers over a small dent in the otherwise strangley perfect blade "hmmm" he sighed with a slight tone of annoyance, placing the gunblade back onto his back with a leather strap that secured it in place, staring up again in time to see the figure sitting on the other side of the somewhat noisey tavern.