Another person entered the bar, it was someone of a peculiar feeling. He was of Oriental Descent, he had a goatee that was well trimmed, Hazel Eyes that eyed the whole area, His long jet black hair pulled back tightly into a fine ponytail. He stood at nearly 6 feet in height. His clothing was Unmistakable, clearly inquisitorial authority. The [i]Aquila[/i] was branded onto the black leather of his longcoat, Carapace armor under said long coat, The inquisitorial Brooch pinned onto his right shoulder. Holstered to his right leg was a Bolter Pistol, though he wasn't here to do any bullshit. The Inquisitor walked over to the barstand "Water please. Im not in the mood for alcohol."