Laying low within the town and keeping quiet alongside his work within the city had Greg already feeling drained. There was plenty of work to do and that was just the problem. He had time, but damn, he'd need a night off and a drink. Besides, what better place to go for intel than a bar? Especially one with such a great reputation and disposition as The Long Way Down. His kinda place.
Plenty of dark faces, mean mugging, the 'I'm so bruser' side of the bar along with those who just wanted to be left alone to drink or those doing dealings. This would be an ideal place to sit amongst said dealings and pick up some tips. Everyone just did what they needed to get along. But sometimes the ends would tie together.
Not tonight. He would just sit himself down at the end of the---No sooner did the large unicorn seat himself at the stool did he sense the presence of his fellow kin. The other tendrils of empathy. It had been hard at first, there were so many people in here, so many feelings, yet they were..somewhat calm. All the more at ease now that there were either three unicorns in one area, or two empaths. Or two unicorns and one empath.
Gregory eyed the bar help carefully, his throat dry and swallowing. Why were they here? Not in this place. Ugh. When he saw there was a free moment he whistled over to the young man, and then the younger girl, nudging them over with his head. As they approached he rested his arms on the bar and raised his brows, crystal blue eyes looking upon them expectantly. Would they know? Had they told others? Could he trust them to keep themselves safe?
"What's two kids like you doing in a place like this?" He kept his voice low, not that anyone else was paying attention.