Lye's eyes grew narrow as he carefully watched Evian notice the movements of the bartender. Despite the tension in body language and the air of the patrons, this stranger kept calm. Unlike the unnerved calm seen in those struggling to choke down fear or anxiety, Lye sensed a calm born of action. This man understood how to live in the moment. If, for some reason, that bartender decided to test his luck with the crossbow under the counter, this man would be ready to move.

"An interesting outlook," Lye commented with a whimsical chuckle. His hand stayed curled around the glass of whiskey but he did not dare move it under current circumstances.

The stranger's words seemed to carry to unwelcome ears. The taught air relaxed. Some disengaged from their behaviors and returned to their food or company. The tender, on the other hand, stayed firmly planted where he believed was best for himself and his patrons.

"It is true that, as of the moment, I am only here for a drink and to enjoy some time free from the cold. While that may not be a crime in itself, I am not welcome most places." Lye lifted his glass to his lips. Thanks to Evian's earlier comment, no bolts sailed toward his chest while he took another swig. Lye let out a slow breath and set down the last sip of whiskey.

"Sadly, I won't have much more time to enjoy myself before the local authorities arrive." The gravity of the statement left his lips with casual disinterest. Almost as though the statement eluded to a boring fact than the actual threat it posed.

"My name is Lye," he replied. A few more patrons stood and left. "I'm just a man who finds spoken and written laws to be invisible shackles for the weak. And for that, many disagree. Perhaps that is my heinous self-justification for what I've done."

Lye lifted his glass for the last time and finished off its contents. He set the empty container upside down atop the stack of gold left behind for the establishment. Then, he sat back and waited.