Rimas walked through the doors and took an empty seat at the bar,
"Your strongest alcohol please," He said in his deep, gruff voice, "in the biggest cup you have."
He had just failed another job and he was angered so he needed something to take the edge off,
he scratched his blood-red beard whilst considering what to do next.
He didn't seem to realize what had gone on in the bar and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.