@pippabragadin
Fenris has never been the type to seek out social drinking. Ordinarily, he drinks for the sake of occupying time and blocking out the cocophany of pessimism always bouncing around his head. He’s not one who gets up on the table for merry making, nor is he one to seek out drunken flings. Most commonly, he’ll silently drink until he can barely keep his eyes open, he’ll pay, and he’ll somehow wake in his room the next morning, miraculouslay free of a hangover.
He supposes, to some degree, it makes sense that nobody seeks him out, either. He hardly gives off friendliness when he grows desperate enough for copious alcohol- if his blood covered armor isn’t enough to deter people, usually his scowl will do the rest.
But... he’s not alone, for once. When the young lady sits down across from him, he instinctually throws his gaze around the room, checking for a crowd. It’s unusual for someone to sit within his personal space, and has only ever happened when there was absolutely no room left anywhere else-
The tavern is practically empty.
Blinking away his confusion, he murmurs, “if you’re hoping to make new friends, I’m hardly the optimal choice.”