Zame followed into the tavern, taking in his surroundings, he notices the man address a woman and hold weapons. "This just might be my chance, if only I had some minor bomb or a hard drunk would work too." Zame took a seat at the bar and listened to the conversation between the man and the woman. "Bartender, Whiskey" quickly his drink was brought. Taking the drink Zame turned to face the people within the tavern.