[Alneyan]

As soon as Renegade starts saying the Words, Alneyan dashes from his stool, and makes a run for the closest shelter. Or at least, he would have done so had he not hit a table pretty badly, that was conveniently placed just in his path. Too conveniently of course.

After a few curses and glowering intended at the rest of the patrons, Alneyan watches the spectacle offered by Renegade (quite involuntarily), and can only offer him his most sincere sympathy. "A good chap really; a bit of a trickster from time to time, but he did not deserve that. How horrible. And I have lost my drink in my rush. What a waste."