Evian saw the flurry of motion that sprang up around them when his drinking companion took down his hood, and inwardly frowned. Living primarily in the woods for the last few years meant he missed things but he didn't miss the fact that nearly everyone around them was trying to avoid the one-eyed warrior. He suppressed a sigh and the urge to rub the bridge of his nose. That urge nearly tripled when the bartender, keeping a keen eye on them, leaned down and seemed to rummage for something under the countertop.

Evian got the distinct impression that unless they managed either a miracle or were insanely unlucky, most of the people here drew about as much of this man's attention as a gnat would. Sure, he saw them, but beyond idly smacking them away he would pay them no mind - specks flitting about and getting in his way, at worst. If he was right about the man, he'd either snap and crush most of the people in here for attacking him, if they did, or ignore them because there's nothing they could do to him.

The young man took a slow drink of his mead, purposefully ignoring the tension hanging in the air. He set the tankard back down and gave the other man a smile that twisted up one side of his mouth. "I go by Evian, pleasure to meetcha. And they're free to disagree if they want. Maybe some things done are crimes, but simply drawing breath, continuing to live on, is not." He leaned back in his seat and shrugged. "Then again, I do tend to find myself… Uninterested in most people's opinions. They come up with some ludicrous self-justifications for whatever heinous thing they want to do. Like now - you've simply sat here, drank quietly, and if anything, been generous and overpaid." He took another drink of his mead.

"So again, I say thanks for the kindness, and ask my benefactor's name."