In that moment, three men walked into the establishment.
The first was an adolescent by the look of him. He wore a sleeveless black shirt, which showed of his considerable build, and matching pants, gloves, and shoes. His short black hair laid messily on his head. Out of the three, he seemed the least stern, his burning green eyes lit up and his mouth curved into a loose smile. The glove on his left arm had a screen that glowed green, with buttons and knobs and such. He didn't wear a weapon, but he had more than one stashed on his person.
The second was the most sullen of the group. He wore brown leather armor that covered every inch of his body except for his head, and a brown scarf covered his mouth, exposing only his cold green eyes and slender brow. His spiky brown hair laid back against his head. His eyes darted around the room, but he made no move save to follow the adolescent, who seemed to be the leader of the group. He wore two swords on his back, one on each shoulder, that curved into each other.
The third was the tallest of the three. He wore loose, lightly-colored cothes, but no shoes, his bare feet walking unflinchingly on the cold floor. His hair was black, like the firsts, but it was longer, and less messy. He was also the only member of the group who didn't have green eyes; his were grey, and gave him a slightly feral aura. His sword was strapped to his side.
The two men leaned against a wall near the bar, while the adolescent chose to sit at the bar, his light smile aimed at the bartender. "Good afternoon," he said heartily.