Play It Cool.

Alex entered to see the bartender taking an envelope from a young man. The man nodded and took several drinks from the bar over to his two buddies. Lost boys from the look of them. Orphans from the war. It wasn't uncommon for them to fall in with the syndicate who gladly took them in as hired muscle. Alex went to the bar and took a seat where he could keep an eye on them.

“What can I get you friend?” The bartender said as he came over. He had sideburns that connected to his side mustache but his chin was freshly shaved which gave Alex a little chuckle. Alex noticed his limp. A prosthetic auto-limb no doubt. That and the ink on his arm told Alex he was he was in the right place if he was looking for trouble.

“A shot of your best and I am looking for somebody.” Alex said pulling out his wallet and sliding some money across the table.

“This isn't that kind of business I am afraid. I can only help you with the Whiskey though I can point you in the right direction for the latter.”

“Maybe later.” Alex smiled and the bartender went to pour him a drink. “I am looking for a buddy of mine. He went missing a week ago.” Alex said. Alex saw a little pause in the man as he pour the shot glass and sat the bottle down.

“He a warlock or something. Heard a bunch of witch born went missing.” The bartender said as he walked to the register to put the money in. Alex noticed the shotgun underneath as the guy glanced down.

“No, I have no love for witches.” Alex shook his head and gritted his teeth. A chill running down his spine. “He is an Artificer.”

“Ah one of those University type. Afraid they don't typically come out this ways so I can't really help you friend.” The man smiled bringing back some change setting it on the table.

“I was hoping you could make some introductions. I know you work for some people who might know.” Alex said as he sat a small pouch on the table. The bartender took the sack and pulled out a gold imperial coin.

“Oh really, and who told you that?” The man smirked at Alex.

“Sorry, a gentleman never kisses and tells.” Alex joked. He wasn't about to give away his source of information.

“Well I am afraid you been told wrong buddy.” The bartender slid the purse back. “Far as I know you are just some Warden or Justiciar looking to make a name for themselves but I am not with the syndicate so you are just wasting your time. How about you finish your drink and be on your way.”

“Why, I am just starting to like it here. Reminds me of home a little.”

“He said get lost buddy.” One of the goons said as he stood up followed by his two friends.

“No, he said for me to finish my drink and be on my way. I can understand the confusion.” Alex smiled.

“You calling me dumb.” The man moved over as he went to take Alex's drink but Alex slid it away with his left hand.

“No, I would never say that out loud.” Alex joked wondering if he would know the difference. The guy looked tough and probably smarter then the two behind him. He didn't get to be the head of this little group otherwise but he was still someones lackey. He was cocky and arrogant and it showed in his stance which was relaxed and sloppy. One in the back to the right was lean and trim with a bat resting on his shoulder. He would be quick but not as tough as the other. The last one was big, really big, he would be the tough one to put down Alex thought. Alex glanced up at the bartender. “Better call off your boys before they get hurt.”

“I have no control over my patrons friend though if you four are going to fight I suggest you take it outside.” The bartender looked to the leader and nodded and put his hand on Alex's shoulder.