Harold
You won't reply so no
Matthew
*A cheerful atmosphere breathed easy in the tavern tonight. It's halls filled with the jolly cheers of workers and adventurers alike. A good night for drinking, but what use is a few drinks without a little rowdiness? It was clear from the bartenders view that the room was getting a little rough. If some fool were to escalate it much more, it'd explode into a drunken fist fight.*

*Oblivious to this was Horace himself, who sits idly at the bar. A mug in hand as he watches the festivities with a vacant smirk. His eyes glazed over the blur of people, figures with no real features. That is until he catches a glance at the blazing red colors of a certain woman's hair. It's clear that he's staring, and is frankly hard to ignore.*
Bradly
*After somehow finding herself in Salvaninia, Scarlett was very quickly lost in the large sprawling city but managed to follow a group of people who looked like they knew where they were going. And that's how she found herself in the rowdy bar, she was standing in the middle of the crowd constantly getting bumped into and pushed around as she began to grit her teeth her patience being pressed to her very upmost limit. And when a beer was splashed onto her, it was the straw that broke the camels back as he reeled back and threw a hard left right at the back of the man's head, her red eyes burning as red as her hair as she took deep breaths and prepared for the ensuing chaos*