It was a quiet eve, one that didn’t settle onto the likes of the Winking Mermaid often. While many were used to seeing the riff-raff running roughshod over the bar and vulgarly laying their hands upon the barmaids. But for some reason, that seemed to not be the case now- there were a few patrons around, keeping to themselves while a certain man hung about the bar by his lonesome. He made no move to make his appearance unknown but he kept his aura low to not attract the attention of the few that were about. His glass was brought to him, a red wine half full as requested. It was a moment before he reached inside his coat and pulled out a flask to empty out contents from them of a darker red color into the glass. The two liquids mixed and danced together until they melded into one and only after then did he reach for it.

Just as the rim was about to reach his lips, the man paused and sighed before he could hear a group of men came inside the tavern. Sailors from the looks of them, and they were rowdy, a typical sight for them when they just came back to land after months at sea. Which also meant two things to the stranger as he merely glanced from the corner of his eye- they were going to hassle the workers here and get themselves drunk.

For all his time kept away from society, for the most part, had he missed it? Had he missed seeing sights like this? Those noisy, rude and loin driven fools secured a table and called for one of the barmaids, who unfortunately had to comply and take their order. One of them made the brash decision to place a hand firmly on the girl’s backside. She let out a shriek and attempted to pull away, which angered the sap and he rose up while the others hooted and hollered in egging him on.

No wasn’t an answer he would take so kindly as he gripped roughly at her wrist to pull her back into whatever sick little game he thought up. Unfortunately for him, when he got a good look at her, he released her and dropped onto the floor. The look on his face went to fright as he stared helplessly at her as if he was seeing something horrific, something unspeakable to fathom in his feeble mind. His comrades looked on at him, questioning and calling out for him, but he was like a helpless child when they were facing down the corridors of darkness when they wanted to see their parents room right after facing a nightmare. The fear was real and the stranger at the bar could sense it. He could taste it far better than the blood liquor in his grasp. He didn’t bother to look at his work- the sailor’s strutters and whimpers were all that he needed. Before long, the fool couldn’t handle seeing what he believed to be a lanky werewolf with piercing yellow eyes staring him down and not the scared barmaid, so he scrambled away and went into a full run out the building with a couple of men trying to follow him while the rest looked dumbfounded.

And with that, Nemesis went to sip onto his wine.

He'd slipped in un-noticed. Not a difficult task as the sailors from a large ship or… two? Three? *shrug* Whatever. Many of them were already "2 sheets to the wind and working on three." Bone only vaguely understood the reference as anything that didn't involve traveling over hard ground made him a tad… queasy. As the men began their quest for a nights… entertainment his hand moved to the hilt of the sword at his back. His constant companion. His ONLY companion for a lot of reasons but… now was not the time.
He slipped through the mass of smells whose identities he was sure he didn't want to know.
The bar, of course, was already full and Bone gritted his teeth and pushed forward. Tonight, especially in this company, a few drinks… *OOF! several of the denizens didn't want to wait pushing past him. "Dammit." he muttered. At his back GS twittered about clearing out the room. Pretty easy, except for that guy. Chirping and whistling it's advice was both clear. "Bash the hell out of everyone else but leave that guy alone!"
His eyes settled on Nemisis. Bone's eyes narrowed as he watched the tableau Nemisis created play out. His eyes widened and his skin blanched.
"Werewolf" was all he said. GS whistled and chirped at his back but he ignored it and sat next to Nemesis. A stool or two on either side open. Bone knew this was no coincidence.
Fair eventide, Lord Wolf. I've no desire to cause you trouble. Are you amenable to… conversation?

Did he have to do that? No. It wasn’t any of his business of what would happen to the barmaid. He didn’t have to lift a finger in her defense but he was irked by the temperament of the men that came in so rowdy and possessive. Just because they had seen a little bit of combat and been out to sea didn’t mean that they ruled the world. Such insects they were, even from now. Nemesis didn’t watch, he could hear the man loud and clear with the rest of the tavern. To any ordinary patron, he would have just seemed like a stranger that kept to his own business; nothing out the usual.

The barmaid blinked at the fool as he continued to call her a werewolf and ran down the streets like he was moonstruck. There much doubt that he would look at another woman again after that fiasco. Leisurely, the Lord leaned back against his seat, licking his lips at practically nothing more than the lingering remains of the fear that had just fled. But that brief time was interrupted by the sounds of another addressing…him? It was an odd title considering that he wasn’t a native to Canelux so hardly anyone but Angela and a few others knew who he was. While he would have just simply ignored such a random callout and pass it off as just drunken words, he decided to play along a bit.

“Wolf? Haven’t the foggiest idea of what you are talking about. The only wolf around here was the one that man was shouting about, but that girl doesn’t look a thing like that, does she?” He sipped at his wine and gave a small shrug. “If you wish to sit, then so be it. I’m not expecting company anyway, kind sir.”

Bone sighed truly hoping this being wasn't what his sword kept telling him it was. But he'd never known it to be mistaken, so he reached back and clasped Godslayer's hilt… Even as the sword says, "Great idea!" Let's annoy the being before you. *it continued darkly* I'm warning you. BE NICE!
"Oh! I… Hello! Fair eventide?" *Bone wasn't all that great at social interaction; still… he wanted to live. Sorry, you smelled sort of… wolf… ie. Apparently that's my bad. *He glanced over his shoulder,* At least that's what I'm being told.