"If water's all yer gonna drink, man, then I'm gonna have you kicked out. Understand?" the raspy, smoke-stricken voice of the bartender warned to Vandryn as he gently took sips from his cup. The dark elf wasn't pleasant to look at and if it weren't for the shade of his hood, the bartender might have seen the whole of his face. The man just stared at him until Vandryn lifted his head and slipped the hood back, letting the many candles cast harsh shadows on his sharp face. The bartender took a step back and made a face at Vandryn's patchwork look, like it was sewn back together. The dark elf gave a snarl of a smile and slammed a gold coin on the counter.
"Consider that payment for keeping your mouth shut and leaving me alone. Don't know how you can keep this trash-heap standing with all the maggots you have seeping out of the woodwork. Now go away," Vandryn said in a gruff voice and slid the coin toward the bartender, scratching the wood as it went. The older man made wide eyes amidst his sagging jowls and hanging wrinkles and just took the coin before stalking off. It was high of the bastard not to lash out at Vandryn who'd just insulted the man's place of business, but it wasn't like it was an inaccurate statement. The air was cold and though the building was drafty, it was a hell of a lot warmer than the drifting snow that fell outside as the evening drew in.
And it had brought in all the riffraff too. Already, the place was a mess with bad smelling drunks, many of them miners that had come up from the local hole in the ground to drink away whatever pay they earned for that day. Vandryn scoffed to himself and just drank his water. Yes, just water. He didn't feel any particular need to join in on the smashing of wood and glass and spilling blood when there was no real money involved. He was an assassin, among the best, so what the hell was he doing here?
If only Vandryn could answer that question. Mat'nacht had told him something worth looking at was waiting here and would walk in through that door any minute. That was three days ago. Now the snow was starting to build and soon he'd be trapped in here with all these morons. "I don't know what you're doing, Mat'nacht but it better be good and it better be soon," he murmured into the darkness of his cup. He saw a purple eye shimmer in the liquid, blink before dissipating. He smirked before he looked up towards the door and saw someone come in that obviously didn't belong. What the hell was a girl doing in there? She didn't look like trash, like everyone else did that were too busy getting heated up in their own quarrels. This wasn't any place for her, he knew, but far be it from him to tell her to get the hell out.
There weren't many women here, and those that were brave enough to walk from table to table and get orders were good and bobbing and weaving between tables and ass-grabbing hands that seemed to have minds of their own. Vandryn watched the newcomer with narrow eyes, eyes that widened a little as a fight suddenly broke out in the back of the tavern. "This can't be good," he muttered and only grinned as he sipped his water far too calmly.