Upon having the mage point his wand at him, Navorn smiled slightly, lowering the man's weapon then, speaking quietly "Careful with that, you could poke an eye out.", Navorn then turned to see the confrontation between the others.
Upon hearing the name of Thatmuz, he felt rage build up inside him, he had heard of him, a supposed dragon slayer, be they evil or benign, thinking again in disgust, he remembered the rumor that he even went as far as to decorate his armor with the skulls of the dragon young he had slain. The man claimed to be spiritual and did posses some some wisdom, to consider him a force of good, would be highly presumptuous. The thought that this man was their best hope when it came to bringing Tiamat peace infuriated Navorn to no end, however, he did his best to move past the thought of the dragoon, as dwelling on such hate is a human trait and one he did not share.
He frowned when he saw the soldier throw the man in orange into the table, such anger would not help him in his endeavors. After briefly considering the notion of reliving the man of his anger, through a rather hands on means, but quickly disregarded the idea. The amount of bloodshed should be kept at a minimum, especially with such a large amount of witnesses present.
Navorn remained in the bar, after the others had left, thinking about what had happened. The men were meant to work together, instead, they fought, and now headed their separate ways. This was wrong. Navorn speculated as to where each of the men would go from here.
The mage seemed to get along with the robot, that, or he simply enjoyed the use of such a horrific tool. From this he could easily assume that he would either follow the robot, or allow the robot to follow him and the robot, no doubt, would be scanning all it's systems for any mentions of the beast.
The soldier on the other hand, was far harder to anticipate. Navorn knew that, arrogant as humans are, especially the soldiers, he would be heading off to find some means of fighting the dragon himself. First he would need information, and so far, the most lucrative source of this precious resource came from the "Thatmuz" character.
As he pondered the exact locations the men would head, he heard the unmistakable sounds of battle.
"So it has arrived...I presume this means it is time for a fight." As Navorn said this, he saw through a window, a woman running through the street. Curious, Navorn stepped out of the bar, it was now dark, and he saw some distance away along the lantern lit path, a dark creature slowly making it's way along the road, as it saw Navorn, it began to make a bee line for him.
Navorn looked upon the abomination and spoke quietly"It would seem he has already shed, this is bad. It was a nice city too...well, nice as far as city state cities go."
Navorn lifted his hand slowly, then, quickly pressing it down almost to the ground, said a murmured phrase, then stood as a red circle appeared in front of him, a shape appeared in the circle, which then formed into a crimson snake like demon, the creature then fell to the ground, and began to make it's way through the street towards the dark abomination with lightning speed.
As they met, the abomination attempted to bite the snake, but was too slow and the snake then wrapped itself around the creatures neck, then shoved it's barbed tail through the blighted's chest. As the abomination fell and crumbled into the ground, the snake then returned to Navorn. Petting it slowly, he spoke another murmured word, and the snake dissipated.
Navorn then looked through the alley again, only to realize more were coming, and though it was within his ability to fight them off, it would be a taxing battle, and would take time, of which he did not have much to spare. Deciding to leave, Navorn dissipated into shadow, he needed to find the other men, and maybe even the robot, if the machine did not need to be there, it wouldn't have been, it played as much of a role in bringing the dragon to peace as Navorn did himself.