Pari makes it about halfway across the room before he notices the tension in the air, his weariness from the fight and malaise at the senseless nature of the groups current predicament fairly blinding him to the nuances of his surroundings.
The little Gnome stops dead in his tracks and looks around the room, his hand creeping up to nestle in the fur behind Tagaiwi's ear. "Well, my friend, nothing for it but to blunder on . . ."
He resumes his trek across the bar, stopping at the point he can still see the barkeep's head over the countertop. His voice, surprisingly deep coming from his small form, rings clearly through the bar. "I am not Madarius! Though there are some who think I am, and have attacked me and my friends for his crimes, I AM NOT HIM! Whatever he's done, whomever he's crossed, has nothing to do with me or my friends. You can pass this message on to Krell, or Cassatta, or whoever else is looking for the scoundrel. Tell them as well to move on, leave me and mine alone, or pay the price!"