The Tavern

[Outisakanobody]

"I suppose I cankeep the place warm for you while you're out." Tazia says as she finally starts to put her owncloths back on.

[TheSilentRevenant]

Sebastian nods. Putting his final bit of gear on before heading for the door. "That'll be appreciated, I'll be locking the door behind me, if that's alright with you."

[Outisakanobody]

"I think i can find my way out if needed." Tazia assures.

[The Carrying Blade]

Adonis entered the Tavern, the stench of beer and men almost bypassing his mask. He could see the bartender the moment he entered, a man with a hook for a hand being easy to spot. But other than that, Courcy caught his eye as well, as he had seen her earlier and he thought he could kill two birds with one stone.

He walked over to where she was sitting, a smile forming under his mask as he approached out of instinct. "Excuse me Ma'am, you were the lady in the bathhouse correct? With the gentleman?" Adonis asked nicely, hoping this was the right woman.

[Shinzon]

"Feathers? Eh, nice one."
With that, he pushed the Tavern's door open, smirking at the familiar scent of alcohol, and the familiar sight of Hook cleaning glasses with a rag so dirty he often wondered why he even bothered to try and clean up. Some customers waiting for their order, others enjoying one of the low-quality drinks while discussing vehemently. Eventually finding an empty table, he pulled back a chair and sat down onto it, putting his Nockgun down against his chair, just at arm's length.

[Kidney]

Clance lifted his seat about a half-inch above the ground, lightly setting it down. He sat down, sliding his knees underneath the table. He looked around the room with his eyes only, it seemed as bad as one would see from the outside, packed nicely with patron of all sorts of emotions, and from his seat Clance watched a gambling table and a red curtain open, seeing a rather relaxed portly man slip from them, exiting the Tavern with a calmness unique to a man who had just had his every desire filled out to the letter. Clance's eyes focused upon the man who led him in here, "So, do you know how this place works? People come in, they go up past the town, almost die and come back with gold and piss in their pockets?"

[Shinzon]

"Pretty much", said Nicholas as he kept smoking from his pipe, tapping the base against his lip pensively. "But here's a thing you should know, boy; the things you'll face in this place? They're no humans." Adjusting his hat, he placed a hand over his breastplate, leaning forward. "I've been there. Seen from my own eyes walking skeletons, the dead refusing to go to rest, and the others told me of tales of fish-folks, plagued thralls and monstrous man-pigs. You expect to go in there and fight something human, you're dead. Simple as that."
His eyes met Clance's, staring into them sharply. "Do you understand?"

[Kidney]

Clance's casual pokerface dropped, the natural sneer of the Strawman's best thief came through. He put a hand through his greasy straight hair, pushing it's strands from his foggy eye on the right side. "Fish-folk? Thralls? Man-Pigs? Oh my."
He assumed a smiling face as a wench walked by, placing a payment a little over the price to fill up the small, ceramic cup he placed in her hands, "Please madam, something tantalizing, probably wine?"
A casual wave of a dominant man's hand shooed her away as he looked back at this man sitting across from him, "I understand. Expect the unexpected and the weird. Sounds about as ominous and deliberately vague as the stories tell it to be."

[Shinzon]

Nicholas shook his head at the man's reaction, leaning back on his chair and placing his feet on the table, slowly blowing out the smoke he had inhaled. "Eh. Jest all you want. You won't be smilin' when you see the same skeletons, again and again, making you feel like you are fighting the same enemy endlessly." With that, he slapped a hand onto the table, before gazing down at his Nockgun, already wondering how to best use it in the confines of the Ruins.
"Throwin' away coin in drinks is something you'll be able to afford at the beginning; all of us do that. But more often than not, things end up with the rest of the lads skipping meals just to get their minds off of the horrors below around a good card game, or in the company of one of the harlots upstairs. Or, you know, by getting wasted like the idiots on the table behind me."

[Kidney]

"It's best to make a decent impression, such as flipping a few coins in the direction of a beautiful wench. Or trying to cover up the fact my face looks like it's fallen on a curb a couple times." At his own comment on his mouth, Clance frowned, an angry expression of displeasure of his own condition.
"I jest just as much as I take things seriously. Whether you can notice which is which is the question of the day. Well, question of the evening now."

[Shinzon]

"No use if you're dead", objected the knight as he placed his pipe onto the table, removed his feet from it and brought his chair back in its normal position. "'sides, nobody cares about your face. If you can fight, you're useful. If you're useful, you'll get coin, and the wenches don't care about your face if you've got coin."

As he poke, he adjusted his powder pouch, still getting used to his new armor and the emplacement of the different ammunition pouches. Then, came the comment and the angered expression.
"I'm not paid to understand you or the subtlety of human emotions", he answered with a shrug. "I'm paid to kill. Satisfied?"

[Kidney]

"Is a man paid to kill really a man at all? Or is he a well trained dog?"
Clance smiled again as the wine was brought to him, he took the smallish cup from her hands. "Thank you madam, please, send compliments to the bartender. I haven't seem him smile this entire time."
He turned back towards his conversational compatriot, taking a hearty drink of the wine. Looking down with a satisfied look, "They must have grabbed an older bottle for the extra coin, cause this is strong. But also fruity."
Clance laughed loudly, head arching back as he hit the table with his hand, "You're fun to talk to."
This time, the smile stayed on his face.

[Shinzon]

"Uuuuurgh. Please, don't give me any existential shite, would you?" Nicholas asked with a groan, although he watched the exchange between Clance and the woman with clear interest, before shaking his head. "I just don't see the point." Although, as he said this, he looked at the glass longingly; the other man looked obviously satisfied of the taste, something that shocked him more than anything.

By now, he should of been complaining about the piss taste of the alcohol, but no; he actually enjoyed his beverage.
"You're an oddity", he sighed. "But I guess you're alright."

[Kidney]

"I'm an oddity? How kind of you to notice! What tipped you off? The broken enamel, the ankle splint? Or is is the foggy eye and the dent above it?"
Clance chuckled, "It's probably all of it at on-" He ended his own sentence with another drink of the wine.
He looked at the man opposite of himself, "Clance. Nice to meet you too."

[Shinzon]

"And what do you think I am, with all my scars and my eyepatch and that hat, eh?"
He chuckled to that, and brought the pipe back to his lips, simply holding it in his mouth with his teeth as a way to let out his stress.
"Nicholas", he answered as he tipped his hat. "Pleasure's mine."