The two males strode through the saloon doors, and Teryn looked around in discomfort, wrinkling his nose; quiet saloons weren't really his thing, but if he wanted his share of the pay he had to accompany the older male to turn in their results.
"Is there anything to do in here besides drink?" Teryn muttered, wiping his hand on his coat after accidentally brushing it against a sticky patch on the bar.
Iilanthys snorted out of his nose, and all but ignored the younger male as he strode up to the bar and nodded to the bartender, who began pouring two shots; clearly he recognised the striped male as he did not need to ask what he wanted, merely placing the shots down on the bar in front of him.
"Cheers, mate" Iilanthys murmured, holding out a brown leather notebook, bound by string. "Here's the proof of our latest quarry."