Bishop just kept walking straight to the bartender, ignoring the other's words and laughters. One group saying to Cronus:"Too ugly to show your face? Or just too shy...HAHAHAHA"-making taunting moves and laughing out loud joined by the rest of them. They then noticed Cronus's gun, a rather different design from what they possessed, much more advanced. The group who had been throwing jokes till now suddenly went quiet gathering around their table occasionally gesturing towards Bishop and Cronus. Bishop could feel their gaze reaching Cronus's gun and bag, that was..starting to glow? Although the glow was faint enough to mistake it for an illusion of the eye, the fact that Bishop could see it meant that inevitably someone else except him would too. "Don't give in to their taunts, friend."-Bishop whispered at Cronus while also elbowing him and gesturing him towards the now-faintly-glowing-bag.[@billsomething]

The tavern was filled with laughter, air heavy, drinks spilling everywhere, many on edge ready for a fight while many others were testing their strength through hand wrestling and so on. Reaching the bartender behind the counter, he seemed to be counting his gold* hoops, as soon as Bishop and Cronus approached he abruptly stopped what he was doing and with a grin on his face said:"Always good to have new blood, hehe he."-while he was talking to them, 7 bronze coins flew past the tavern right into his face, an angry look on the bartender's face, one that quickly turned to fear once the buffed up guy gestured his eye with his index finger then yelled:"MORE". As simple a word as that was, the bartender got to work filling him another cup and having one of the waiters deliver it to him. Now he was crawling on the ground searching for his payment of the drink, still one bronze hoop less and nowhere to be seen:"That fucking cunt that can't even count".-he fumed. The coin had magically wondered in Bishop's pocket. The bartender being a fat fuck who, by the looks of it, spend more time eating than drinking or even attending the bar. He also had an eyepatch over his right eye socket. He turned to Bishop and Cronus, very annoyed, saying:"Any orders? or do you like to play the wooden log role? tchk, I meant the silent and still type.".

"Make me 2 of what that earlier fellah ordered"-not knowing how much worth things had, or even how the currency bronze-silver or silver-gold work Bishop opted on ordering something that he new the price off. He threw 14 bronze hoops in the counter.With another "tchk" the bartender picked up the payment and served the drinks, clearly annoyed that he couldn't rip off the new comers. Bishop took a seat in the counter, which was completely empty as everyone else stayed in groups in their own tables, and started drinking. Beer? More like a failed attempt at recreating it although it must've been the closest thing to it as he owned bottles upon bottles of this stuff, while the other drinks had literal spider webs on them.

"So do you have any idea what those things in the river were? They looked like big blue fish with scales, wonder if they were edible."-Bishop said to Cronus in a low voice but that could be clearly heard from the bartender in an attempt to get him interested.