For much of the time she was there, Sbatarra would see very much the same thing over and over, though there were trends of a sort in the way the events flowed. Sometimes there was more drinking, other times there was more fighting, and other times there was more being merry. Patrons came in just as fast as they went out, the only decline showing at all when the horizon was visibly lightening, becoming a pale indigo from the blackened blue of the night sky. One man came in that had a very different look about him than everyone else. He wasn't grumpy or wild, but instead had a clever face, a swarthy skin tone, a blend of the light bronze of the Worlds West with the olive of those who lived around the Middle Sea. His hair was jet black and, the front pressed up by a tied linen hairband, a bit of a spiky, feathery mess. His nose was reminiscent of a potato that had flaring nostrils, with a square jaw. He was not very tall, but his hands, arms, shoulders and chest were huge, having more of a trunk than a mere torso. It looked as though he had a dwarf somewhere in his bloodline, and not very far away, as he was only about five-foot-six. he was armed and armored, a morningstar that was viciously spiked, the spikes looking more like pointed blades than anything else. His scale mail fit him quite well, the gravitationally obedient armor hanging down at just the right places. Heaving himself onto a barstool, he ordered a bottle of cream liqueur and key limes.<br/><br/>He cut one lime open with a small knife, took a swig of the liqueur, and then squeezed the lime juice into his mouth as well, swishing it around for a few seconds before swallowing. The man who sat next to him grimaced and moved over a few seats. This new fellow, after having had another one of those strange drinks, turned around to survey the tavern, a crooked, almost sinister smile immediately coming over his face. Not long after, his eyes, a chocolate brown, met Sbatarra's amber ones, and his grin only grew wider, his lips stretched thin, though they did not part. Looking at her directly for a few seconds, he gestured for her to come take a seat near him before making another one of the odd cocktails.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>