Although he had a feeling that the girl he had previously encountered would have ollowed him to the tavern, he was not completely convinced that she would follow him into a place of business like this until she reappeared behind him, pulling out a barstool and sitting beside him. Every day that he had come to this place he had ulterior motives, other than getting piss drunk, that is. Taverns- this tavern in particular was known for rumors that lead to relatively long adventures, one that he had yearned for since he had entered this mass grave of a town. He did make eye contact with the girl, fearing that he might scare her off with the numerous scars that carved canyons into his face as well as the rest of his body.<br/><br/>"Why did you follow me here?" he said, almost growling. He cleared his throat, an unspoken apology of sorts for his impolite tone. His mother would have frowned upon such behavior, but this was not the time for talk of his family. He turned to the girl, forgetting that he did not want to horrify her, forgetting about his scars for a brief moment.<br/><br/>"Who are you, anyway?"