[Malber] [U] The Watering Hole

[Drevin]

The door of the tavern swung open wildly and landed shut in an unceremonious and noisy fashion. A short thin man with a slight scowl on his ruggedly handsome face quickly surveyed the occupants of the bar. His keen eyes flowed over the dislocated peasants and landed sharply on the pointedly out of place trio at the table. As quickly as he had found them he seemingly disregarded them and moved to one of the few empty tables and sat down. An astute observer would notice however that he placed himself intentionally so that he could observe the group in his peripherals and just barely within earshot. He waited for one of the staff to approach him to take his order.