As night began to fall Blood Fang approached the Pub. His entire set of clothes were made of leather and in such a way that they were close to his body. Simultaneously giving off the look of a muscled frame that still made him look slim due to his height and also the look of a vagabond who had no skills to offer the real world. His clothes were tattered with small cuts and holes here and there yet each one earned in battle just like the scars he bore. While he wore pants and a sturdy pair of boots, he wore nothing over his chest, only a long leather trench coat over his frame that was kept open to show his bare chest and abdomen, as well as every muscle beneath from the bulging pecks to the flawless six pack on his stomache and yet finally over his heart there was a scar. It was not a scar caused by knife, gun, or claw but rather intentionally put there to be a work of art and a marking that this man felt the burning passion and responsibility of a warrior. There was no mistake that all these things told those around him that he was a blood talon.<br/><br/>As they entered he felt something from his partner and looked back at the green duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "Easy now, were not here to kill or even fight. This is just a meeting, but you might get a meal later. Im going to fight every one of them eventually." He walked up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, suddenly wondering how long it had been since he had been in such an establishment. "Water please." he said softly before looking over at the other one by the bar. He smiled, not in the way that one might smile at a beautiful woman but how a predetor might smile when its found prey.