The saloon is busy with drunkards and the generally easily swindled tonight; everyone is trying to spend their hard-earned gold and Tobias has no issue with that. He's raking it in, scamming the scammable with a roguish smirk. He decides that he deserves a drink soon enough, and he tucks his deck away, leaving a mess in his wake no doubt. He's an expert at that.

Fate leans up against the bar beside you, at the only available spot, and he flashes you a sly smile. He taps the bar and orders you both a drink. "One for my lovely friend here, and somethin' stronger for me." He says to the barkeep, with that charming Bilgewater drawl. His brown eyes glint like rusty coins as he looks you over, and he raises his hand to tip the brim of Envy at you. The rogue cowboy has every intention of finding out more about you tonight.