[Entering that one huge bar]
[Cobra had a fondness for this place. No one could do a bar like a country full of sailors, even if it was the normally stuffy Delphinians. The drinks were good, the boys were pretty and often either on way back from no sex or their way to no sex and Cobra was pretty sure he hadn't visited the country once in the last two hundred years and not found a bed to stay the night in.
Since he has been traveling under the alias of 'Pjion' since reuniting with his son Allen (no need to combine BOTH of their reputations), he wasn't wearing any of the telltale signs of being a Lacertan Knight beyond the decorative sheath of his sword, and he had made that look so popular that it probably made him look more like a fan than the real thing. There wasn't anything to differentiate him from just any other Lacertan... not that that many made it all the way down to Delphinus to begin with.
Anyway, long introductions aside, Cobra orders a tankard while skimming the crowd for an interesting body or two]