The Dead Man's Drink
Of course, Avarice has enemies, any man in his occupation would. However Syns enemies weren't exactly around to stab him in the back, at least those who could even find him. Girls here and there, some ass of an elf and a number of Reachmen. But none like those men.
Syn could tell they meant business and given Avarices reaction, this was going to end badly. Unless the elf intervened and boy did he plan on it. Finishing off his drink, he rose from his seat making his way towards the pair.
'Hello!' he said with a grin extending his right hand out. 'How can I help you fine gents. A few drinks? Some women? or are you lot into men...if its that well.' He paused slightly leaning in. 'Not a lot of good-looking men here, besides me of course but I'm not into men.'
He could tell they weren't amused so he went back to his original question. 'What are you two looking for?' Syn said keeping his hands by his side, preparing a potential attack should the pair take offense to anything he said or if they decide to threaten the man.