Valek had just made his last business with my last customer and headed off. He wanted to see the last few parts of the city before he stumbled upon a tavern. "It couldn't possibly hurt to order a drink now would it? I'm pretty sure coming late wouldn't risk an invasion back at home. Might as well." He thought to himself.
The Tavern door creaked open as the Erwydra peered inside. He made sure not to get his antlers stuck in the door frame. He carried what seemed to be a rucksack containing many items, and he proceeded to sit down near a crowded table. The Erwydra was slightly short for being one of his people, but he carried himself in a joyous manner. He proceeded to lay his staff down against the table. It was made of elder-wood, typical for a beastman mage, but it had markings of ancient letters that seemed unreadable, even to him. Unfazed by his surrounding he proceeded to count the gold in his hands, thinking what he could possibly order. He glanced back up from coin counting, trying to find anyone worth conversing with. A couple other beast-kin, demons and humans, all seemed swamped in conversation, especially one going with a tavern card game.
(How the hell do I enter this. This is stressful)