[Quiet Man Cometh]

Having enough with Hadrian's grandstanding, Felix leaves Poor Dalton to the executioner and the breeze, and heads towards his home. He has nothing to pick up in the square today, and the newly deceased was adding an ugly pallor to the marketplace.

He stops walking barely two steps later when he hears Hadrian's latest speech. He takes a look at the newcomer, a massive individual with no shortage of nerve. Or ignorance.

After Hadrian makes his exit, Felix walks over to the estranged native. "You are lucky he doesn't seem up to flaunting his sword today, but you might have gained some undue attention." He doesn't speak loudly, but is close enough that the man should hear. "Hadrian has been around since I've been here, and hasn't gotten any more pleasant. You must have been gone for some time."