The smell of approaching rain hastened Sen's steps up to the Dove By Inn, but not quick enough as he managed to catch quite a few drops. He merely grunted in annoyance that he just finished drying off. Calmly Sen opened the door to the tavern and removed his hood. Thankfully he didn't look out of the ordinary as the customers were all fairly common looking, some looking rougher than himself. Then something caught Sen's eye; a young looking boy with a Wind Sprite accompanying him and they were conversing with an Anithrope, a suspicious sight to say the least. Sen started to wonder but then he mentally waved it off. "None of my business." He thought to himself.<br/><br/>The bar had an open space and Sen made his way to it, glancing at a few drunks obsessed with a pile of clothes. The two other patrons on either side of the space simply glared at Sen but he hit them back with a classic "thousand yard" glare that promptly put them back into their own business. Sen fumbled around his belt til he found a coin purse he lifted off of one the hooded travelers that he snuck by with when he arrived to the city; they were well dressed and likely wouldn't miss the coins. "Two of your strongest." Sen placed two coins on the counter. The barkeep quickly obliged. "There ya go big guy. You be needin' a room too?" The barkeep asked as he placed two shot glasses down and pour the liquor expertly. He was a stout man with a furry beard and a pleasant look in his eyes. He smelled of booze, water, sweat and cooking grease.<br/><br/>"They must be short handed if the barkeep has to help in the kitchen. Family owned establishment maybe? Quite a jolly fellow...but those hands, those are callused knuckles. You only get those from experience, fighting experience. This barkeep is no slouch, better not get into trouble here.  Don't want to have to really fight someone like that and kill 'em. Need to keep a low profile." Sen thought to himself, again wondering how he could profile so well yet...never mind.<br/><br/>"A room? No, I'm just passing through." Sen replied and with that the barkeep nodded and proceeded to move about the bar taking other customer orders. Sen slammed the first shot. It bit hard and burned harder all the way down his throat. He could even feel it in his gut. It was good though, and he didn't even cringe. Sen sat there fingering the other glass, contemplating what his next plan of action had to be. The Faeries couldn't restore his memories but perhaps different mages could. A city this big had to have a few roaming around. The trick was finding the sneaky bastards. In the middle of his thoughts, Sen felt a hand snake its way inside his cloak, finding the coin purse on his belt. It was the bar patron on his right and while getting up to leave he bumped into Sen attempting to pickpocket him. Sen responded quickly by grabbing and twisting the man's thieving arm, turned him towards the bar and slammed him face down on the counter with one of Sen's punch dagger blades being pushed into the back of the man's neck. This surprised even Sen; that he could do all that in the blink of an eye without hesitation. His body knew what to do, and where to strike.<br/><br/>Sen clinched the man's thieving wrist hard, cracking a few bones in the hand and caused him to drop Sen's coin purse down on the counter. "Not in here fellas. Can't have ya bloodying up my bar. Not good for business. And for cryin' out loud Jaufrey! I told you not to be stealing from the customers!" The barkeep shouted. Sen looked down at the man who's life was literally in Sen's hands. "Next time, I ghost you." And in one motion Sen pushed the man away from the bar and sheathed his left dagger into an inverted sheathe on his back. The man stumbled frantically out of the tavern and into the streets. Sen then grabbed a few more coins from his pouch and tossed them to the barkeep. "For the trouble." The barkeep shook his head and smiled. "We run an honest business here fella. Go ahead and take a seat over there. I'll bring ya up some soup and bread." The barkeep motioned over to a table near the young boy with the wind sprite. Sen nodded and made his way to his seat, feeling the rest of the tavern stare. "So much for a low profile..." he said quietly to himself.