The next unfamiliar silouette appears soonly after, noisily pushing the door. "God damn this stupid rain, you wouldn't believe how wet you can get in a minute!". The stranger was elegantly dressed, but the clothing was evidently in dissarray, even to the most untrained eyes. His extreme height was distracting, accentuated by his awful slenderness. He wore a leather bag hanging from the left side, permanently seized by an uneasy hand. His eyes fulgurated in the dark, expressive, but somehow calming. "I wouldn't taint the Godess' name by calling Her a 'He' around these parts," spit the bartender, while rolling a rotten toothpick from the incisors to the canines. "There are faithful believers among our staff". "Please", the stranger said with a benign, almost foolish smile, "do not take offense in my words; my game is not infamy, but curiosity. And of curiosity I'm full, since I'm not yet accustomed to the idiosyncrasy of this new plane of existence. Today is a grand day of discovery for me!". The stranger looked around, filled with awe, although he tried to conceal it. As his pupils travelled from right to left, trying not to stop for too long on the mistrutful arrange of shapes and shadows on the tables. Eventually, he set sight on the person cloaked in blue. Not because they looked more friendly, but because they were closer and, inevitably, more approachable. "I salute you, kind stranger", he joyfully said, after he stumbled upon the uneven floor. "Isn't a bit dangerous what you're playing with? I believed those - knives, I mean - to belong in the kitchen!"