Hunting for Information ||@drunkelreporter||
Finding a new world wasn't an every day occurrence, nor was owning his own home. Though he was informed he was a co-owner he still owned his room.
However, he knew nothing of this place. Watering holes, be it Taverns or Inns or even food stalls were the best place to find any and all information. Perhaps companionship as well, already feeling the painful ache of loneliness itch at his skin until he's fighting down a sneer.
He calms, entering the tavern and gravitates with ease towards the bar. He looked to the little pouch he has, finding coin and strange slips of paper in it, figuring he'd be able to work it out from there.
"The currency sure is different here." He states idly, spotting an older man nearby he slides closer, ever light on his feet, the rogue in him cringing as he forced his steps to make noise.
"Is this seat taken by chance?" He asks the man, pointing to the stool beside him, the two tucked away off to the side.
One could see all entrances and exits, but were out of the way enough eyes were not often drawn here. Though his elegant attire might change that fact, he seemed uncaring of it all.
"You look as if you belong here as much as I do. Another snatched from their world by the Gods?" He muses, taking the seat all the same, forcing his posture relaxed as he ordered a glass of wine.
