Dewar watched him leave, an expression of concern on the rabbits face. He stepped over the fallen guard. Another faliure, true the war tavern was gone, but no matter what he did they always seemed to prevail. Pitiful fools, thats what they were, all of them. He rubbed the scar on his neck thoughtfully. It wouldn't matter, soon enough he'd steal enough equipment to... There was no time for daydreaming; Devan's lackey's took a dim view to rabbits and when he reported his faliure he'd be in enough hot water to keep him on his toes for awhile.