RP:Eshton meets Riotka

You pushes his way threw the crowd to the bar. Taking a free spot next to a human at the bar he scans the room ending again at the person closest to him. The bartender took his order. Sighing deeply he stared into his burgundy drink and playfully sloshed it contents a few times before emptying the glass and tipping it to the barkeep for another.

Eshton is seated in a corner of the Tavern, silently nursing an ale. The eyes beneath his blood-stained mask scan the room for any one of his current quarries. One hand lay on a crossbow in his lap, his finger ready to lay hold of the trigger at any given moment. Eventually, his eyes rest on the FC clad warrior seated at the bar as he identifies him as a potential threat.

You feels the glare of another on the back on his neck. Into his armor on his arm shown the reflection of the corner of the bar. With a finger he brings he bar maiden closer. He gently touches her chin as he turns her head to look at him. She nods and returns with a drink in hand and passes Riotka stopping at the table, she whispers. "Master Riotka wishes to know if you have business with the F.C. ?" she then departed as ordered back to her other duties.You gave 1 dark rum to Eshton.

Eshton chuckles beneath his mask. The assassin rises slowly and makes his way over to the bar. Taking a seat next to Riotka, he remarks, "I take it you are Riotka?"

You nods with a smirk, he watches his approach in the high polish of this armor. Finally turning he looked into the mask. "I am." ,pausing for a moment. "Is your name a secret too, some cultures consider it rude to stare and not introduce one's self." again a slight aristocratic tone mixed with sarcastic overtures.His eyebrow raising slightly to show his jesting nature.

Eshton simply says, "I am Eshton."

You looks back into his drink. His eyes lost in the sea in his glass. Halting the gentle rocking of his glass. He stares at Eshton's reflection in his glass. "And what brings you here under such an uptight manner. His left arm across his stomach his bladed wrist band poked at the crossbow at Eshton's side once. It was done in such a manner as to not alert the others around the two what was being done. Then turning to look at him with a plain face. "Or are you always this serious?" he said plainly.

Eshton nods. "It's my job to be serious. I'd ask you not to touch my weapon. I'm here on business.", he says, "I am looking for a woman by the name of Harle. Do you know her?"

You smiles darkly, "Oh mine too." his eyes never leave the contents of the glass, the look on his face growing quite scary for a moment. Shaking his head for a moment, he appears to snap out of it for a moment as he looks back to Eshton. "No, I have yet to meet any by that name." he had to speak firmly due the the ruckus in the tavern.

Eshton said to you, "Pity, it would make my job a lot easier if I could find her."

You chuckles slightly, "I take it you don't wish to have a lovely chat." taking a drink from his glass, finishing off the remaining contents. "You want another?" he asked him, while motioning to the bar maiden.