Who was this person? Could he be trusted with this job he needed done?  He wasn't sure, he'd wait to see what became of this new person,<br/>-----------<br/><br/>The newcomer sat down, his back completely exposed as he sat at the bar. "Hey Keep? Vodka, straight, glass not shot." He said as he laid the last of his gold on the counter, all four pieces. His glass came soon enough, and he took a swig off of it, then another, half the glass gone as his swords began to draw attention.<br/><br/>The large man at the corner of the bar walked up slowly, and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Sir... No weapons in the bar."<br/><br/>"Either remove your hand from me, or i'll remove it from you." He growled back.