@gemfullofheart liked for a trick!
Ah, just because he dwelt in the Uncharted Lands did not mean its lands had him chained there. Often times the abundance of information came readily, and he could greedily munch on the misery and woes of peasants and royals. Unfortunately, other times he had to actually work for it. Perhaps, however, there did not have to be any complaints. New sights were always fun, and trouble did not remain in the Uncharted Lands either. It very much so followed him.
A perfect place to pick on problems naturally had to be an inn-- they also deemed themselves quite wonderful places to get drunk at, so who really wins? Yet as magical as he was, there still resided an issue, the permanently attached tail on his behind.
So as he sat down at the Inn’s bar, gulping down another beer, he also took great care as to not show the slight pain on his face. The pain which came from stuffing his tail into his pants and having to sit on the poor bunched up dear, his black jacket covering the bulge when he stood.
“I demand another!” He boasts, perhaps too fixated on drinking-- oops-- and less on the information gathering.
