Chieko
*One lone qua bartender served a group of rowdy Merchants, cleaning glasses with both his left hands, serving drinks with both his right hands. The bar was so dusty it looked like fog had permeated its air, to breathe in the muck was to invite a sense of slight anxiety, as if the oxygen in here was too heavy to breathe, business was slow. The occasional whisper only added to the oppressive nature of the place. Nobody in this bar felt at home, the few customers sat amongst clustered groups, whispering secrets away from the few ears that were around to eavesdrop.* 

*In the far left corner, a man, a macen who lay draped in a brown cloak with an ornate red zigzag going along the middle from shoulder to shoulder. His drink half finished, he kept an eye on the group at the bar, looking for easy targets, in his hands he held a strange piece of wood, and was chipping away at it, with a rusty sculptors blade, he gave a deep sigh* 

"**Slow day at the office**"
Mary
*Looking up from what appeared to be a mug of water, the pale macen in a heavy blue fur lined coat far to warm for the climate they were in. He looked around,*
**"Looks like it, Not a lot of reasons to come here other than for business though. Not that it looks like you're a merchant"** *He replied looking over at Tires.*
Chieko
*Tieres looked away from the bar, looking over the water Macen, trying to sus out what kind of person they were, the coat didn't help, where they hiding weapons under their? Was it two really short people? The silly question ate at his mind, but he shook it off to put his mind on more important matters* 

*Tieres came further forward, the cloaks hood once concealing his face, now a small glimpse of a Fire Macen, Golden brown skin, the side of his face that was facing Ptarm was adorned with a nasty scar that ran the whole length of that side of his face, the one eye that was exposed to the light fully white, blind in that eye from the injury that caused the scar* 

"**So you like talking to strangers for business arrangements? Or are you afraid of those elves on the other side of the tavern and you're looking for a familiar face? Because you and I know both know, the kind of business I'm into, isn't any for the meek, unless...**" 

*Tieres reached over and grabbed the strangers hand, from an onlooker the gesture would look rather tender, as if too loved ones were consoling, but Tieres's gripped was unnecessarily strong and rough, Ptarm would know it was a threat* 

"**For better or worse, you're into my kind of business.**"
Mary
*He looked briefly irritated as he looked down at their hands. Then looking up and wiping his face of emotion once again the water macen sighed and spoke calmly*
**"Maybe I am, I have been involved in a few businesses but rarely were they for one who feared danger."**
*His eyes ran along the scar running across the man's face*
**"Though perhaps not as much as you have"**
*He commented as his other hand rose up to finger the small red cross pinned to the base of his hood on the left side.*