It's him. It's definitely him.

Three days ago, Shinsou had sensed a tremendous presence in the Stonevale region whilst trying to conclude a trade agreement between Whitevale and Stonevale's councils. In all honesty, Osiris had considered the trade mission a long overdue holiday, and once the work was done, the Telgradian had decided to hold off returning home in the hope of once again meeting an old friend. A friend who, according to rumour, had disappeared from Althanas altogether. The fact he had not registered on Shinsou’s senses for so long lent credence to the long persisting rumours that, perhaps, he had ascended beyond the mortal plane and into the pantheon of the Thayne.

There were many 'specials' that wielded strong magical power, but in his vast experience there were none like Joshua Cronen. None.

Shinsou Vaan Osiris had hoped for it all along, but now he was absolutely certain. As he entered the tavern, a white hooded cloak having granted him protection from the rain and now from the prying eyes of the citizenry, his eyes flashed to the circus that was unfolding to his right and confirmed his suspicions.

It was definitely him, a much-more fresh faced Joshua Cronen than Shinsou remembered, but there was something off. His compatriot seemed not to be a friend, but someone that had been quickly removed by Joshua from a situation, like he was protecting him. Judging from the haste in which his old friend wished the grubby little bastard to exit the inn, it was clear to Osiris that whatever was happening here was important; Cronen was not known for wasting his time or energy on the mundane or insignificant.

In this case, facts were sadly lacking, but he felt compelled to help his friend.

“I would move, if I were you.” Shinsou warned as an increasingly incensed crowd gathered around the doorway, ahead of himself who, in turn, was ahead of Cronen and his human cargo. With a simple lift, Shinsou peeled back his hood to reveal his face to the gathered masses, and watched as the generic expressions of anger and dismay morphed into something akin to surprise and fear.

So much for anonymity. Not like the old days where I could get about un-noticed, but I suppose it has its uses.

“Judging from the looks on your faces, you all know who I am. This man," The Telgradian gestured back to the ponytailed guy within Cronen's grasp, "and the man holding him are now under the protection of the Brotherhood. I think it would be best if you took some time to carefully consider what happens next, and reach the only sensible conclusion that involves us safely walking out of here, and you safely returning to your tables in one piece."

It was a crock of shit. They weren't under the Brotherhood's protection at all. Cronen absolutely needed no help from Shinsou to handle whatever *this* was, but sometimes the best course of action was the deterrent whereby no-one got hurt.