A shady neighborhood attracted the scum of the Pirates, but also attracted shady people themselves. The door of the bar swung open, and a cloaked figure made its way in. The cloak was brown and tattered, having seen years of use, and covered the five foot six inch body completely. It was so long, that even a decent portion dragged on the floor! A thick mesh covered the part where the face would be, making it seem as though it were a helmet instead. However the dull glow of two green eyes beneath it begged otherwise. His walking made no sound, as if under the cloak he was gliding instead. He slithered his way to the barstool two down from the pirate leader and sat on it. "[i]Water?[/i]" It was a raspy voice, not exactly deep, but not excessively high either. However, it seemed to have a presence behind if. Even among the clatter of the bar, it could be heard loud and clear, as if it was said inside the listener's mind. The bartender reluctantly handed the man a glass, where a black glove reached out from under the cloak, and brought it inside. Looking around, it turned to the nearest person, which happened to be the Pirate. "[i]Where... Are we?[/i]