Darius raised a brow. "A pint?" He looked at the place, barely stifling the obvious horror. This was a public drinking hole, a place where the lesser class got drunk. Who knows how filthy it would be inside as people drank what was barely better than bog water. They didn't drink fine wine from a clean glass while contemplating the heavy worries of death and the miseries of life. Sin happened in such a place, fighting and who knows what with these low dirty men. Probably over every inch of the establishment.

"Alright.. since you are paying." he suddenly said and stepped in with him.