Shortly after entering the bar, the Templar girl sent another whore to entertain him. She offered him a chair and he didn't refuse. While they waited for the Templar girl to come back the whore tried to seduce him. She would stroke his hair and compliment him: Oh your hair is so soft, how do you get it this color? Blah, blah, blah: annoying. It took all he had not to roll his eyes at her and groan.<br/><br/>For the most part he just ignored her. She smelled disgustingly like perfume, and that was applied to try and cover up the scents of... many other men. He didn't find it appealing.<br/><br/>Soon, the Templar girl had returned, and she brought alcohol. He did his best to ignore it and kept his eyes away from the bottle. If he got drunk he might just kill and eat everyone in this damned place. That was something he<span style="font-style: italic">never</span>wanted to experience again.<br/><br/>He heard the girls out and then replied. "Isaiah," he said. "My name is Isaiah. And no, you can leave," he said to the whore. In his mind he added 'you smell disgusting'.<br/><br/>He turned to the Templar girl. All the different scents in this place were distracting, but he did his best to focus on her. Since she was letting him pour his own drink (though he had no intention of doing so) whatever poison she had was meant to be given another way. He focused... he smelled metal; a fair amount of it. That must be it: poisoned blades or something similar must be how she operated. But she couldn't do it in such a crowded place. No, the bedrooms would be more likely. In that case, he shouldn't let the smell of blood get to his head. By no means could he allow her to seduce him.<br/><br/>Isaiah would remain quiet and try to make the situation uncomfortable. Let the Templar girl decide their conversation.