Dubh had stopped paying attention to the niceties at his table to eavesdrop on the table nearby. He notices the floating number hurting the hand of the less-than-intelligent patron and takes mental note of it. In case the 'action' mentioned on the poster happens sooner than expected, anything else that can cause pain will be useful.

His attention is drawn back to the table when the pixie flutters down from the rafters. "Quite a list of titles you have there, fellow fey." He looks around at the menagerie gathered at table four. "I would say that I am excited, in a manner of speaking. May I ask, is there anyone besides myself learned in the arcane arts?"