[Kwaj]

"Gimme the regular." he says as the choices were presented to him. Gen-mu was far from fancy, that might've been evident by the baggy clothes that he wore. His gaze shifts back onto the burly bartender, his search bearing unfortunate results. A drink alone seemed to be in his future, but that happened often considering how his intentions often got the better of him. He takes a seat on one of the worn stools which creaked so loud, it would've surely broken down if he had been ten pounds heavier.

Idle chatter gave him something to do until his order arrived, and he casually rests his hands on the back of his head as he responded. "Just passin' through. Heard some interestin' things about this place, decided to pay a visit." Another brief glance to his left at one of the workers, and his attention found itself back onto the bartender. Gen-mu doesn't elaborate on the man's Anubite suspicion for whatever reason, but he does pose a question of his own.

"What's the story behind this place? You guys never thought about makin' the place look more invitin'? With as many people as it is out there, you're clearly missin' out on money." he says. It was a pretty honest observation.