<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/f9/fd/01f9fd1e9b937984d2e43a866522913a.png)</div>She was taking in the sights and sounds. There was a warm familiarity to the rough-and-tumble nature of the bar. He was fairly certain that the music coming out of the bards was one he knew, but couldn't place. It was easy enough to be haunted... which made for a fine excuse for the mug of heavy Karnn stout he was nursing. Stout that very nearly got spilled.<strong>"Ah,"</strong>Memento grunted as someone bumped into her. His eyes turned to regard the trespasser. She had greenish-brown irises set into red scelera, and the hood he wore didn't hide the roots of the horns on his forehead. Despite the malefic visage, Memento didn't seem angry, or even annoyed at the intrusion; instead she just examined the priestess for an awkward, quiet moment, as if trying to place her. Then he shook his head.<strong>"Oh. No. You're... I mean? yes, I'm here for Max. My name is..."</strong>There's a brief hitch,<strong>"Memento."</strong>She offered a hand to Kathina then, which aside from the red coloration and the calluses of a swordsman, was perfectly normal-seeming. His smile though, revealed too-long canines, and it didn't quite reach his eyes.<strong>"Sorry, I was distracted. You're a friend of his?"</strong>