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The tavern wasn't anything special it had its vast array of tables both circular and squared, the main bar area with its stools and the loud boars that frequented this place. The talk of this tavern was much like that other one, mostly on the festival that was coming up, and then again there were the more personalized ones that didn't interest him much. He had his ale and a side of whatever they had today as simple finger foods, didn't cost that much but it entailed him to have a seat and stay as long as he liked; being in a back corner of the tavern gave him a good vantage point to see those coming in and out as well.

The bartender still sifting out drinks left and right having this look as if he were about to kick out some of the patrons that may or may not have pissed him off or have had to many to drink.

“Yee put ‘er cards down, ‘yee out, ya bastard!” That was audible enough for him to look in the direction of the voice. Three men playing cards and the loud one seemed to be calling out a younger one. The man in question though as he looked over was the one being called out, he looked like a normal being in all aspects but he looked different, compared to the men around him. “What’dya know! You got me!” was all that the man had to say in reply, not a good liar he thought to himself. It spiked his interest in the man, he had a dull purple haze in his hair, that could only be seen when the light hit it just right, he hadn't seen that before, with anyone from this world.

The door opened, the sound almost inaudible to the dull roar of talking in the tavern, though if the sound hadn't caught his attention, the sight of the woman walking in would have made him wonder as it was. She was decked in all black, though her skin was almost a marble white, the look of someone who has seen battles in the past, and also someone who moved with a purpose. She took a seat at the bar; one of the men playing cards not taking too long to point her out.

Look at’hat Jo! A w’man on te pub! Let’s enjoy te night a bit, shall we?”

The younger man looked between the two men and then seemed to take action getting up and taking a seat next to the woman that had just come in a little while ago, point for him, anyone who could approach someone with that look about them, had to have balls. Though then again a lot of men and women didn't have the eye to point out those that were battle hardened unless they had the visible scars to show off. The man seemed to daze off into thought after he sat down, the barmaid coming in his sight only to ask if he needed anything, he pointed to his drink which needed refilling, but otherwise blew her off, keeping his attention on the man and woman at the bar.

“Name is Spu-,” he stopped himself a moment as to think, “Flin, you can call me Flin. What brings you in this old joint?” So his name was Flin, that was an interesting name as well to go with the look. He noticed something hanging from his pants, they looked like glasses, which were nothing special, expensive, but these ones were a little different, they were all black, the lenses as well; just another thing to add to the interest in the man in the bar.

The thing that happened next was just a confirmation on his thought on the woman. She got up and walked over to the two that were left playing cards. She seemed to talk with them a moment though it was drowned out by all the other noises, Artemis had wanted to listen in but the punch that the woman threw said it all. She laid the guy out in a single punch, and it didn't sound too friendly at that, he had heard something crack, just a sickening sound of something breaking that went through and over the dull sounds of the tavern, he didn't wince at the sound nor feel bad for the man that had called her out earlier, but he thought twice about picking a fight with her now, not that he had the idea before. She returned to the bar moments after.

Artemis had been watching the two since he had noticed them, time to stop people watching and possibly taking action, his hood was still up, it was just a comfort thing, people could only see his face if they were close up, which was a good thing in his line of work, just in case there was someone who knew him. He finished his drink, and stood up walking in their direction, taking a seat near the one called Flin.

"That is a pretty interesting get-up you have there, Flin." He looked towards the man enough to catch the look on his face. "Those glasses something you can get around here?"

His intention was to see how the man reacted, maybe give something on him away, though that was still yet to be seen. That and to not piss off the woman that he was talking with, because that would be bad news altogether.