Groggily, Kitsu wandered out of his hut, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning hugely. He noticed the commotion a moment later and after listening in to a few conversations, discovered what had gone on during the night. "So Teno's dead, huh?" He frowned at this. Teno had been a good man. It was a pity to learn he was gone.
His spirits lifted back up a bit when he heard about the free alcohol, though, and headed in the direction of the Tavern. Finding it to be full of mourning women, he went to a far off side of the bar. He didn't need anyone crying on him. He almost wished Marguerite were there. she seemed like a good strong woman. Not prone to being too overly emotional. If anyone could keep a level head around here, he would think it would be her.