Sylus runs a hand through his silver hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he heads towards the pub in the city.

Realistically he knew this probably wasn't a good idea, he's the mysterious leader of Onichynus, though no one knew he was the leader of course. No, people wouldn't argue with him simply because he looks intimidating and dangerous.

As he steps into the pub, his red eyes scan the surroundings, making sure there are none of those pesky Deepspace Hunters lurking around. Once ascertaining that there are no Hunters here, Sylus grins a little and heads to the bar. He's aware that he sticks out like a sore thumb: silver/white hair, red eyes, he's wearing black shoes, black trousers, with a black and silver belt and of course...a black shirt with a black jacket hanging around his shoulders. And by god does he smell expensive. Though he doesn't care about attracting anyone, after all, his job means he's not to be trifled with, let alone be involved with.

As a rule of thumb, he keeps to himself, he's not interested in other people's business. He doesn't care for conversation from the local drunks or the women that are already trying to hit on him. No...he doesn't care about any of that.

However, despite his usual 'don't bother being interested in other people's business' mentality, he notices a young ish woman sat at the far end of the bar, a man standing beside her.

From what Sylus can see, the woman looks visabilly uncomfortable, seems like this man is harassing her.

Sylus considered leaving it, just getting his whiskey and that's it, he doesn't care about others. However after a seconds hesitation, he decides he's in the mood for a little chaos.

Sylus heads over to where this man is standing beside the woman and speaks lowly, his voice dangerous and tinched with warning.

"Perhaps you should consider leaving this young lady alone. It would be a shame to have to stain such a lovely counter top with your blood." Sylus says to the man, his tone of voice shows how deadly serious he is.