The stranger rushes past you without paying heed to your bunch of shadowrunners and the already aimed guns and those in process of being drawn.
He walks right up to the rather 'stunned' O'Flaherty and seems to berate him wildly in that curious language some of you already heard before he kicked the door in. But you still can't make neither head or tails out of it. [That is, except one you who recognizes it without greater difficulty.]
Suddenly, as if your presence only just registered on his mind, he whirls around to face you, giving you a good look of him as well.
The man is a middle-aged human, probably somewhere around his forties plus. The deeply etched lines in his face tell a story of a life that was certainly anything but boring. In fact the most remarkable and memorable thing about him is the peculiar snarl which seems to be permanently frozen onto his face.
Mustering you, he sneers:
"Put away those guns, if you don't intend to use 'em."
With a last look of contempt he turns back to the still silent O'Flaherty. [Though one of you is very sure that he/she has seen far more dangerous emotions flashing in those eyes than just contempt.]
Once again he is talking vehemently to the 'keeper, waving his right hand to include the five of you in a rather disparaging gesture, certainly meant to underscore his dislike of you. At this point, O'Flaherty finally shakes off his paralysis and begins to talk back to the intruder. While he can't match his fury, O'Flahery seems determined not to give ground in their 'discussion'. It looks like he's explaining his position/opinion concerning you, barely holding onto his calm. (Perhaps O'Flaherty isn't as spineless as you might have thought.) In fact, when he sees one you move and preceives this as possible intention to leave, the barkeeper interrupts the argument to adress you pleadingly: "Please don't leave!"
Whatever the subject of that 'talk' is (and the word 'Inín' seems to come up rather often in this regard), he certainly and plainly visible cares deeply about it.
O'Flaherty's unwavering stance sure seems to have some effect on the stranger, since the man, after a few more exchanges, finally throws his hands up in what you take for a 'Fine! Have it your way!' gesture, whirls around and hustles out of the room without giving you so much as a last glance.
Daniel O'Flaherty follows him to the door, as if to make sure that he really leaves, looks after him for a moment lost in thought and then 'closes' the door again. Turning back to you with a weak smile on his face, he says:
"I'm very, very sorry about that!"
, the intiative scores.]
