[i]Alongside the two men in the bar were two...other odd figures. A male, who clearly didn't want to be there in the first place, and a female, who clearly wanted to be there.[/i] [i]The male of the two simply sat in the corner of the packed bar, sipping from a bottle of whiskey silently as his ice cold eyes scanned the entire room, his rather large left hand set upon the wooden table as his equally large right gripped the bottle tightly. A frown was upon the man's angular, pale face, almost hidden away by the dark beard covering his chin. His hair, although combed, was still surprisingly wild and unorganized. If he stood up at his full height...the man would have been six foot eleven. All that was upon him was a pure white t-shirt covered in dirt that his away his muscular, yet thin body, and a pair of tan work pants, a pair of dark brown boots upon his feet. The man, for those that did not know him - was Olythran, the last of Eleum Loyce's knights, and he certainly wasn't in the best of moods. [/i] [i]As for the female - who might have caught the attention of the General and the cowboy more - it was simply a Remyre woman, probably around her thirties, with light blue skin, an angular, sharp face and gleaming cyan blue eyes, a grin upon the alien's face as she chugged yet another beer. She was currently residing at the bar counter itself, paying for more and more drinks - while buying drinks for others. Clad upon her extremely thin body was a tight black hoodie, alongside a pair of navy blue skinny jeans. The girl's bleach white curly hair simply fell to her shoulders, as she was too drunk to even bother to tie it back. The woman, herself, went by the name of Maradyya, although she was used to Mara. [/i]