Artimis walked over to the group keeping his had down near his knife and trying not to appear like a jerk. After what ever happened, he did not want to find out that this was not a safe place. One of the big rules was no thieving in the hall or your player kill flag got set and people could bump you off and you would loose stuff and have to start over.
With the mobs actually bleeding and acting different, Artimis really did not want to push his luck.
"Hi," he said, "Artimis is my name. Any clue why the Mobs are bleeing now?"
Ooc Camping with boyscouts.