Daemon stepped out of the tavern, tunic covered in blood. Three men lay on the ground in there coughing up their guts, faces bloodied. They'd picked the wrong man to start a fight with, though it had been obvious who he was. Not that it mattered. They stood no chance and he had taken them down easily. It was only three men, after all. He started to move, stepping away from the tavern door and out onto the street but the door being pushed open and someone seemingly following after him drew his attention. "Back for more, are you?" He asked dryly, assuming it was one of the men come for round two until he threw a glance over his shoulder.