Evian rubbed his hand against his face. He didn't know if the bartender was full of bravery in that moment, or sheer and utter stupidity. Lye had been leaving, and without any further issue. Now here he was, listening to that same bartender swear up and down that, as far as Evian could tell, evil itself personified had been in here, fiendishly devouring everything he could touch, and terrifying away all of the bar's regular clientele. Never mind that there were still tables of drunks, completely besotted and dead to the world as they drank away their 'woes'.
That had been an..experience. He didn't know what it meant that Lye apparently liked him - though it seemed it meant Lye wasn't interested in starting a killing nearby out of courtesy for him. As for the other thing the grizzled man had said- Evian chuckled, the sound just shy of bitter and hateful. "One can only hope, I suppose. Can't see the future, after all." Not where he was concerned. His words were directed to no one as he stared at the table, eyss vacantly following the pattern of the grain of wood.
But his words did remind the bartender of his presence. The gruff man thrust a finger in Evian's direction. "And him! Him! He just sat there and talked with the monster! Like old friends! He must be just as bad!" The accusation made the guard turn their attention to Evian, just as it made Evian blink and look over towards them. One of the men swaggered over to where Evian was sitting, one hand casually resting on the pommel of his club.
"Is that true, boy? Getting chummy with a killer? Gotta be something wrong in that head of yers if that's the case." He leaned over, and Evian's nose wrinkled as the man's breath, reeking of tobacco and something else, washed over him. "Maybe ye should come down to the guard house, answer some questions about yer friend." His fingers drummed on the haft of his club, a clear bluster. Or, threat. Evian's eyes narrowed, and he slowly pushed back from the table, rising to his feet.
Evian wasn't exactly a tall man, but as he studied the guard now standing nose to nose with him, he almost felt like the man was smaller, despite the height difference. After receiving the brunt of Lye's attention and focus there, the paltry intimidation of the guard just, didn't phase Evian at all.
Without saying a word, Evian picked up his bow and slung it across his shoulders, then hefted his spear in his other hand. He turned his gaze to the man who was actually leading the squad of guards. "Last I knew, talking with someone was not a crime. The man left payment aplenty on the table, enough even to make up any lost revenue. And talking with me seems to have kept him from ending lives here. Have a good evening, gentlemen." He turned sharply on his heel and started walking towards the door.
The blustering guard immediately tried to chase after him, only to trip over the chair that was oddly in his way suddenly. As the man crashed down in a jangle of metal, flesh hitting wood, and grunts of pain, Evian had to suppress a smirk as he walked out through the doors.
Still, though. Lye clearly intended they'd meet again in the future. Evian would have to be ready for that day - he had no idea if the other man would be in as good a mood next time, and Evian wanted to take no chances. He started ambling through the town, trying to figure out options.
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