Exton

All conversation ends when Mortuis and Keon step into the bar. There is silence as Keon hangs up his cloak. His braid sways along his back, like a long tail, as he walks to the bar. Monty reaches for the bottle he bought the last time he was there and Keon shakes his head.
"Agua, mi amigo."

Monty smiles and slides him a glass of ice water. In exchange, Keon slides his weapons across the bar to be put in the lock box. Monty nods, smiling with the knowledge that Keon need only summon them to be at hand. Keon asks Monty a question and the two disappear into the kitchen. Minutes later the emerge, Keon in a blue t-shirt and a pair of borrowed jeans. Monty adds Keon's things to the weapons box, as Keon heads over to Mortuis.

No longer does he look like the grim Hunter of his arrival. Keon's hair hangs loose, the points of his ears peeking through the long black sheathe. The casual clothes give him a more approachable air. Conversations pick up as people relax. The singsong lilt of his voice makes his words seem harmless.

"So. who is my counterpart in this police action?"