Thinking about these things, his golden eyes peeked out from under his tattered hood, looking up at the bartender. Surely somebody hired by a lich wouldn't be scared of a mere human, right? Even so, the man wouldn't risk it. The hooded man, real name Tomoe Tanaka, would stay cautious. It was unclear how long he'd get away with the life he was living, eyes peeled for every rodent that scurried in the corners. He'd fought people off before, but bounty hunters were a different sort – more cunning, more determined, and more selfish. Greed drove most of those sorts of people, and greed would certainly lead them to him eventually. He knew the price on his head all too well, but he didn't want to give up his freedom to drink and be merry either.
“Beer. Cheapest kind you got, I ain't made of money.”, Tomoe would mutter finally, waving his hand to dismiss the bartender to his task while he fetched some jewels to pay for it.
While that happened, he stared around at his surroundings within the establishment. Clean and well kept? Not what he'd expect of a place with such a rumor circulating about it. Though, it was the year X791. It was a new age, and a more accepting one, hopefully. People shouldn't be discriminated against for their lack of skin, that much was certain, and Tomoe would beat sense into anybody who thought otherwise. As the bartender returned minutes later with a full mug of beer, that glorious and dirt cheap liquid, Tomoe took a huge swig out of the thing and sighed in satisfaction.
“That's the good shit, and it ain't even poisoned! 'Ey, thanks, buddy. Here's a tip.”, the Joyan would exclaim jovially, flipping a few extra jewels towards the bartender in gratitude.