[b]"I... What..? Robot?"[/b] The bartender spluttered, confused and agitated, [b]"No! What the hell? Why?"[/b] The rather round bartender seemed to be getting more and more confused and agitated by this seemingly oblivious robot wishing to make a drink. God knew why it needed a drink, automatons were typically designed not to need sustenance- that was their entire point.

Alan's eyes narrowed as Kuro continually requested for Ryza's presence- alone. Out of principal, most people rarely conversed with Dericho Rider's alone, and it'd be in bad taste for Alan to allow someone as new and green as Ryza to blunder around on her own with one of the more dangerous members of the Guild. Giving the room a quick glance, it appeared that they had garnered quite an inordinate amount of attention- including that of local tough guy and troubleshooter Eli, and cursory glances from one of their more respected doctors. [color=CD5C5C]"Are you always this popular, Rook?"[/color] Alan mused, using a nickname common amongst the Red Hawks for rookie or initiate.

Then the rider mentioned something about 'Guild Business', to which Ryza, as green as the grass outside hesitantly stood to follow up on. As she stood to follow, Alan casually caught her by the arm and motioned for her to stop for a moment. [color=CD5C5C]"If it was [i]legitimate [/i] guild business, they would've sent one of our own, or a runner. I trust you understand why, [i]Rider[/i]."[/color]

[color=CD5C5C]"On the other hand,"[/color] Alan said casually as he stood, resting his hand on Ryza's shoulder, [color=CD5C5C]"If it truly [i]is[/i] guild business, then as her senior, anything you can tell her, you can tell me as well. Otherwise, this conversation is over."[/color]

On that note, Seru stepped in beside Ryza, in what could've been considered a protective stance. Her mind reached out to Ryza's, and the Seishin swordswoman heard a low, feminine voice reverberate through her mind. [color=salmon][i]The Dericho Riders are by nature a rather depraved and craven group of individuals. A lot of them deal with less-legal-business, and their moral standings are not always the most... Reliable. While doubtlessly useful on jobs.. they're also a dangerous sort. One would do best to steer clear of them- at least not without a senior.[/i][/color]

Back at the bar, one of the Serpentines apparently had not taken kindly to Eli's words. The man in silver and leathers, shouldered himself up and confidently strutted towards Eli at the bar, his silver blade flashing proudly, the snake sigil in its hilt gilded in gold, making it plain for all to see. Eli was a large man, big and bulky, but the Serpentine was no slouch either. standing almost as tall as Eli, the Serpentine was clearly in shape, and had a thin, but athletic build, has clean blonde hair lightly tousled as his blue eyes glinted with confidence and pride. 

[color=98FB98]"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"[/color] The serpentine said in a loud voice, [color=98FB98]"I don't think I heard you over the noise of that slob on the guitar, and the highwayman with a superiority complex."[/color] the serpentine laughed loudly and looked around the room. The other Serpentine guffawed loudly while Drake merely nodded plainly, still playing with the glass in his hands.

[color=98FB98]"So Rondell, how long do I have to wait for my apology?"[/color]