The Bilgewater bar smelt of alcohol, smoke, and salt. The patrons were mostly sailors, gamblers, drunkards, or a mix of all three. Sitting in one of the corners was a Noxian, keeping their head low and trying to hear their own thoughts over the buzz of the pub. More of a distraction than the noise, though, was a large man that kept looking over to them from across the room. Between drinks with the others at his table, he kept swaying to look over at the lone assassin like he wanted to start something. They glare back under their hood, fiddling with a knife under the table.
Slamming his tankard down, the man pushes his chair out loudly as he stands and begins to stomp over to Talon. He seemed to finally decide he wanted to fight. Unable to just wait for him, they stand as he gets half way towards them, which surprised him. At least half the bar would have been watching as they stood and marched up to him.
"Do you have a problem with me?"