
The dark masked man did not look up, only glancing out the side of his eye as a trio of men entered into the bar. Leading the small pack was one man, his bald head gleaming in the dim light, a row of daggers and knifes strapped to his chest beneath the brown coat. His face was emotionless, a cold slate of thought and logic, the man entirely within the realm of control. At his right was a thin, well dressed man with well combed and trimmed hair, spectacles on his eyes. At his side was a thin sabre of the dueling sort, sharp enough to kill a man but usually reserved for sport. On the opposite side, to the left, was a giant of a man, larger than any Hyur he had seen, save for maybe Guytrain the Guillotine. Unlike Guytrain, this brute looked like all muscle and no brain, except for his belly that hung over the front of his tattered pants, a thick rope tied about his waist and barely holding the material up. In his sides he gripped two gigantic maces, the head of both the width of a man's torso.
The trio said nothing for a moment, the thin, spectacled man walking up to a nearby waitress. "Table, m'lady," he said with a half bow, hand extended in front of his waist in a courteous gesture. "We may be met by several others, so perhaps something private, towards the back?"
The waitress' eyes went wide as she looked from the handsome gentleman, to the giant mountain of a man, to the coated and knife armed leader of the three. The bald man's cold, emotionless eyes turned to the waitress for only a second and she could not prevent the instinctive step backwards, the fearful reaction. She braced herself, clutching a menu to her breasts as she nodded, leading them far from the rest, towards the rearmost of the tavern.
The masked man watched the three as they vanished towards the rear, returning his gaze to the bartender before them. He shook his head, thinking on the large man. "Goobbue. Why the hell is he here..." He quickly raised his hand to his mask stripping it off his face. Goobbue had never once seen him with the tiara off, but had certainly seen him plenty of times with it on. He tucked the black mask into his robes, exposing his tanned features, though he disguised his face under the hood. Those three looked vicious, and he was not at all up for that sort of fight tonight. A good bar brawl, perhaps. He chuckled as he leaned towards the bartender, cupping his glass in his hand. "I think I might, perhaps, buy a drink for one of the ladies here. It's been a while though."
The trio said nothing for a moment, the thin, spectacled man walking up to a nearby waitress. "Table, m'lady," he said with a half bow, hand extended in front of his waist in a courteous gesture. "We may be met by several others, so perhaps something private, towards the back?"
The waitress' eyes went wide as she looked from the handsome gentleman, to the giant mountain of a man, to the coated and knife armed leader of the three. The bald man's cold, emotionless eyes turned to the waitress for only a second and she could not prevent the instinctive step backwards, the fearful reaction. She braced herself, clutching a menu to her breasts as she nodded, leading them far from the rest, towards the rearmost of the tavern.
The masked man watched the three as they vanished towards the rear, returning his gaze to the bartender before them. He shook his head, thinking on the large man. "Goobbue. Why the hell is he here..." He quickly raised his hand to his mask stripping it off his face. Goobbue had never once seen him with the tiara off, but had certainly seen him plenty of times with it on. He tucked the black mask into his robes, exposing his tanned features, though he disguised his face under the hood. Those three looked vicious, and he was not at all up for that sort of fight tonight. A good bar brawl, perhaps. He chuckled as he leaned towards the bartender, cupping his glass in his hand. "I think I might, perhaps, buy a drink for one of the ladies here. It's been a while though."