Dion does not enter the Master's Dojo, but rather, stands just outside the open doorway so that he may observe their training without having to follow any tradition. He stood upright with his arms folded in front of him, in a somewhat casual stance, being there just to watch silently and nothing more.

Dion just nods his head quietly one time, saying nothing. He had saw enough, as he unfolds his arms and turns around, lowering his hands down at his sides. Dionysus then walks away, leaving the area without a word.

Dion enters Gambit's Bar, being somewhat sweaty and tired from a long, hard workout in the Master's Dojo. Dionysus was dressed casually in baggy black jogging pants and a black skin tight sleeveless tanktop which revealed the tattoos on both of his shoulders. He also wore a black head band, or hachimaki, to keep the hair and sweat out of his eyes, as he entered the bar quietly and sat down at one of the table booths. Dionysus ordered a lemon iced tea, having stopped drinking alcohol some time back. He lifted his glass of tea and sipped on it quietly, observing everyone in the bar without saying anything.

Dion enters Gambit's Bar casually, dressed in baggy black jogging pants and a skin tight black sleeveless tanktop, revealing tattoos on both of his shoulders. He had on black running shoes, with a long black headband or hachimaki tied around his head to protect his eyes from his hair and sweat. Dionysus had short, straight, messy black hair and dark brown eyes as he walked into the bar, taking a seat at one of the nearby tables. He would order a glass of lemon iced tea and then relax comfortably, waiting for his drink to arrive. He noticed there were a lot of people in the bar, and looked around quietly, watching everything while minding his own business.

Dion hands the waitress two dollars for the glass of lemon iced tea, plus a dollar tip for her service, since he was at the tables and not at the bar. He picks up the lemon slice and squeezes the juice into his glass, giving it a more citrisy, sour taste before taking a sip of his tea. He looked around quietly, noticing a lot of commotion and chatter, but nothing really interesting or out of the ordinary. Stirring his drink with the straw, he takes another sip of tea, resting his elbow on the table with his head in his hand. He had thought about going back to the Master's Dojo for some more training, but had not made up his mind to get up yet. Instead, he just sat there enjoying his tea, and taking in the cool air from the ceiling fans, just minding his own business quietly.

Dion stirs his drink again, hoping the ice would melt some, and thus chill the glass even more. He was aware of the conversations around him, but thought little of it, as he sat all by himself, enjoying the ceiling fan above his head. He stirred the lemon slice into his drink and took another sip of tea, contemplating to himself. An idea had just crossed his mind, but he was unsure of it yet. He glanced around the tavern once again, taking note of different people's physical appearances. He had grown some muscles since the last time he sat in the bar, as he had stopped cheating his body to work out more and write less. There was a lot of potential in the room, from what he could see, but nobody quite matched the description of the type of person he was looking for. Finishing his glass of tea, he sets the empty cup down on the table and stands up, walking out of the bar.