Nezu strolled in the bar silently, his expression reserved and his eyes curious as they wandered freely, dancing from table to table - and finding little interest in the slums filled with drunks and whores, and god knows what else. Then again, in a crowd like this, chaos would be easily established. “Tsk, tsk, unfortunately for all of you, it is not your lucky day; not at all.” Grinning to himself as he fixed his collar, he eyed The Trickster satisfyingly, “Awe, a friend to play a friendly game of discord.” Chuckling devilishly under his breath, he glided towards the bar and sat down where he started to impatiently tap his fingertips on the counter. "Now what does one do to get a drink around here?"