Colin laughed dryly again."No, you're a spy, and a poor one at that. I could tell the moment I laid eyes on you." Ror rolled with his eyes at the dumbest thing he ever heard just now. It was then that Colin pointed his finger at Ror one last time before turning away and walking back to the bar, motioning Justin over. The bartender grumbled as he walked from the cute young girl he was busy with to Colin. "What?"
"You see that man?" said Colin pointing at Ror yet again. "Pointing is rude, lad," replied Ror and he received another scowl. "He's a spy. Watch him and make sure he doesn't follow me," commanded Colin. But Justin was in no mood, his irritating face showing it all, "Buddy, that man hasn't been interested in you at all. You've been the one over there like some homeless bum beggin change."
Colin looked taken aback, "You... You're in on it too! What... Did he pay you to say that? To go along?"
Now it was Justin's turn to scowl and he leaned over the bar towards Colin. "You got about five seconds to clear out of here before I get the enforcers on you."
Colin backed away a couple of steps, his eyes suddenly darting to every person in the pub, paranoia creeping in more as his breathing quickened. The barman was glaring at him and pointing towards the door.
"You... all of you..." uttered Colin,
"Are normal people," finished Ror,
"Go on. Get moving, pal," said Justin and the barkeeper meant it. Backing away toward the door Colin turned and gruffly pushed a man out of the way as he made a hasty exit. After he had left Ror apologized for the scene to Justin, who nodded and turned back to his "girl".
Left alone again, Ror had trouble focussing on his reading. It seemed Sanria had been right about the state of mind of Colin. Ror wondered what the best course of action would be from here. He had a feeling "Not telling Sanria" was pretty high on the list.
