"Generally I care the least about what people want to tell me, and the most about they don't. That, too, tells you about a person."

"Drinks first, my dear, as you said," is the sing-song response. They've arrived at their destination as he says that and opens the door for his newfound friend.

It's not dissimilar from the old taverns that Reynard would suit. The stone of the floor and walls is unusual, appearing smooth but casting small shadows as if dimpled that change with the light. The wooden boughs are ridged in an odd pattern, but overall the place is warm and holds the charm of a well run inn.

"Get me something incredibly strong, rum, maybe, and I'll find us a quiet table in the corner."