The first sign of such was the curious hooded figure in leather armour that entered the tavern a short while later. Underneath the cowl, Jacques managed to make out dark skin tone, a few locks of white hair, and amber eyes - the man was a foreigner, then.
The former Sabatier heir’s eyes strayed to the warped-looking bow the man had, then to the sickle at his side. It appeared the man was also a fighter. Jacques briefly wondered how he’d fare in a duel against him, then instantly concluded that he himself would be the victor in any exchange - his trusty longsword Justifier had far longer reach than some puny war sickle, and he doubted that the gnarled wooden bow could even fire an arrow straight.
His thoughts were almost enough to distract him from some sort of phenomenon happening near the bar counter. Jacques blinked in surprise as a portal appeared over a barstool, depositing an irritated-looking woman into it. A magic caster was here too? But why did she look so disheveled and wear a nightgown in public? How shameless.
The tavern doors opened once again. Jacques glanced over at the newcomers, then reflexively twitched his hand over his shoulder towards his sword handle and prepared to jump out of his seat before relaxing just as quickly. The lumbering horned beast that had entered was apparently not in fact hostile, as evidenced by the way it opened the doors for a small girl like some kind of monstrous gentleman. The girl seemed completely at ease despite her close proximity to the minotaur, leading Jacques to believe the beast was under her control.
Maybe the minotaur was being mind controlled? He discarded that thought immediately after failing to find one of those magical slave collars or other similar accessory on the beast. Perhaps it was a familiar? The girl seemed like she could use magic but looked far too young to have the skill to summon one though… Maybe an older magic user ordered one to guard her. Yes, that was probably it.
Jacques watched the girl proceed to the bar counter. Wait, wasn’t she too young to be in here? Eh, whatever. Not his concern.
He instead shifted his attention to the mace-wielding minotaur, who had found a seat in the corner and started shooting death glares at the innocent barkeep. How protective. Coincidently, Jacques was only a few chairs away from the brute from where he was. The warrior gave a hum of contemplation before standing up to make his way over to the beast.
Attempting to surreptitiously slide into a wayward chair conveniently located near the corner of the room the minotaur was in, Jacques settled into his seat slowly.
“Hey big guy,” the warrior started to chat. “what brings you and that girl to this tavern? She doesn’t even look like she’s old enough to be here. That’s not legal, you know.” He looked to the armoured minotaur with a wry grin, wondering if it was even capable of speaking.