Antiges gives a low sigh as he steps off of the boat from Ratchet pulling the brim of his tall fancy Gilnean hat so that it shaded his eyes a bit. He wasn't wearing his coat today the muggy weather of the bay proving much too hot for such outerwear. His face scrunches in thought for a few moments before he makes his way to the town proper looking to deposit a few things in his bank and collect on a bounty he'd been hired to hunt down. The dealings go smooth and he's soon walking away from a pleased looking troll a fat sack of gold resting in his calloused palm. It had been some time since he'd last been in Booty Bay and as such he was seeing many things he hadn't before chief of which was the bobbing head tavern. A wicked smirk slowly spreads across his bearded features as he gets a chuckle from the signs clever positioning. Pangs of curiosity ringing through him he attaches his pouch to his belt before resting his palms lazily on his dagger hilts, what could a poke inside harm hmm? He reaches up to remove his hat as he walks through the doorway his nose wrinkling instantly to the smells and sounds of the bar before the look turns to a grin.<br/><br/>Once he'd ventured a few feet into the bar he finds himself gravitating towards the bar setting his hat down in front of the stool he'd chosen he raises a hand to the bartender and rumbles out in a gravely baritone voice "Anyfing cheap that burns."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>