Maron smiled at himself as he thought what his alabi would be this time. He guessed he can tell a half-truth and get away with it.<br/><br/>"I'm Maron. I've lived around here for quite a while. So is the man hitting on your sister, but he's a little grabby. Just a warning." He leaned over the bar and grabbed a new bottle of whiskey from behind the counter. The bartender watched, but did nothing, out of fear.