Approaching the door Outlaw grasped the handle and opened it with a small tug. The interior was dark and cold the very air felt stale and old giving the interior that much more of an unsettling appearance as the group's eyes adjusted to the lighting. A faint tune was being played in the background courtesy of the old jukebox against the wall opposite of the door. Various patrons sitting at tables, booths or the main bar enjoying drink and food. That is until the three newcomers had entered the establishment. All eyes suddenly turning to the door at the smell of humans and a second scent. First they processed that humans had dared to enter the bar and were essentially becoming easy prey. The second thing they noticed was the tall dark figure cloaked in red with a rimmed hat barely covering his green glowing eyes and then the stories and rumors seemed more realistic than ever before. 

The bar was silent save for the song and the thud of Outlaw's boots against the ground as he moved towards the bar where a man dressed in a typical old western bartender outfit stood. "Oh howdy there." the bartender said in an accent accurately matching his attire. "Y'all new around these parts aren't ya?" he asked sweat slightly forming on his brow as Outlaw continued to stare at him causing the man to fidget nervously with the glass he was cleaning. Eyes pulling away from the Demon Hunter before him in favor of the attractive masked woman instead. "W-what can I get ya?" he asked