[MisterOlds]

He entered the bar with Djinn, looking around the bar in pleasure. I can dig the colors of this place. Nice and cozy. He grinned as they sat down. He held up his thumb in the general hitchhikers sign, in a bar, it meant a pint. "I'll have a.... Pilsner, light." He nodded as the bartender walked away to fill their orders and turned to Djinn. "This place seems pretty cool, I wish they had something this.... colorful back in the human world. In our bars, everyone's drinking, everyone wants to fight, but no one does. Here, it's relaxed. Well," he eyed a short green man attempting to fondle a large blue woman's rear, only to be annhilated. "Mostly, anyways." He chuckled.

"Well, well, what do we have here....?" A voice filtered itself from the background noise as a man dressed in crimson armor, approached the two with his hands extended outwards from his sides, as if to perform a bow of sorts. He stopped just out of arm's reach of Brandon and looked down with red/black eyes with a murderous glee dancing in them. He grinned menacingly as he leaned forward to extend a hand towards Brandon. "My name is Mercutone, and you must be the bearer, am I not mistaken? You are the one I opened the portal for in Nirn, yes?"

Brandon moved against the edge of the bar, hair raising on the back of his neck and arms. He knew exactly what he was, and made it a priority to avoid conflict. He acccepted Mercutone's hand and shook it as his eyes remained fixed on Mercutone's limbs. Is he going to start something in here? If he is, I need to clear out.

Mercutone grinned maniacally as they shook hands. "Excellent, no need to be so uptight, we'll be seeing each other, very soon. I just need you to stay alive until then. Ehehehe, enjoy your drinks, gentlemen." He turned his head towards Djinn and chuckled. "Enjoy your boytoy while he's still around..." He stood up straight and disappeared through the exit.

Brandon clenched his fists and teeth. "Goddamn it. I knew there had to be something to that portal." He relaxed his shoulders and exhaled in frustration. I don't think we should worry too much for the immediate time being, Genie. Oh good, drinks are ready." He turned to the bar to see the bartender bang down a massive mug of foamy beer for Brandon, and for Djinn...