Daniel
It was a time of dusk, the sun setting from far the horizon. The town of Draycott slowly having a much livelier tone as lights both natural and magical began to pop up across the town's area. It was a bustling community, much more so with the merriment of nearby taverns each and every night for either a brawl or a feast.

In one of the establishments, an inn, a person would stand out like a sore thumb. Greatly foreign and different from the rest of the people that stood out, but they paid no mind to the stranger as they were having fun and celebration for another day at living. However, the newcomer was silent and lack any emotion. Seemingly lifeless and dull of feeling.

The stranger would carry a backpack much larger than his own size, enough for it to be mistaken for a goliath's. Yet it seemed very light as evident of being carried around like it was nothing. He sat down on one only remaining booths that is vacant. There was another seat beside him, and only one remaining left in this packed establishment. 

The bar maid would approach him and asked for his order, to which he replied in a dark and grim tone with a demonic voice. "**Sauteed Mushroom Chickens and Marinated Boar Liver and Meat.**" His words alone was enough to send a chill to the maid's spine, and with an awkward smile, immediately wrote the order and moved away immediately.

"**Hmph...**" The man would grunt at the reaction, but he merely remained calm and collected. Placing both hands upon the table, he started to wait for his food to come. Seemingly prepared and ready to eat at any given time.
Shannon
Against his personal wishes and much to his frustration, Arel had reached some form of civilisation after what felt like days of being lost roaming in the hostile Findaran wilderness. Whilst this had relieved him, as he was no longer under the relentless pursuit of a vicious wolf pack, it was evident from the instant he had arrived that it was not his intended destination but not far from it. However, the sun quickly dipped over the horizon as the temperature gradually descended. As much as he disliked the idea, he was aware that he would likely have to find a place to rest his weary body and mind until morning and continue his journey to the capital. And perhaps have a substantial meal, or at least substantial by his standards. Atop his conjured spectral steed, with a mildly exasperated sigh, the young man made his reluctant approach to the lake town of Draycott.

With minimal searching, given the town's relatively small size compared to most in Findara, Arel had discovered the humble inn known as the "Jolly Elf." Not feeling incredibly picky, as he planned to remain in Draycott for a single night, he dismounted as his loyal equine companion was reduced to a small cloud of cerulean sparkles that quickly dispersed across the skyline. Before he could open what was assumed to be the primary entrance, a pair of towering men burst forth, rolling onto the ground as they hammered one another with blows. Lest he risk being caught in the whirlwind of fists and elbows, he was forced to sidestep the two brawlers swiftly trailed by a final male who diverted his concentration to Arel.

"Sorry 'bout them, lass! They always do this after hittin' the mug!" The man bellowed with a haughty laugh, returning his attention to the two as the "Lass" Slid past him and entered the inn. 

A packed house. Just what he needed.
Daniel
One of the maids, full of large mugs filled with ale and mead, would approach Arel as he enters the inn. "**Sorry dear, but the inn is quite full. Ya might have to wait if you're going to stay on the first floor. But the rooms are vacant if you're spending the night! Hope you can endure the noise though, these fellers sure are plenty energetic! Ha ha ha!**" A hardy laughter would come out from her lips, she looked around for the moment to make sure that everything is full. On the corners of the inn, she spots a single vacant chair beside a grim individual.

"**Oh excuse me, we have one vacant seat over there beside that peculiar black fellow. You can ask him for a seat! Might get a free meal with your beauty, missy.**" One of the occupants would shout at the bar maid, seemingly impatient for their mugs of alcohol. "**SHUT YOUR TRAPS! I'M COMING!**" With a mighty shout back, she would direct her attention once more to Arel.

"**Sorry dear, job is a waiting. I'll be back to your seat if you're gonna order. And welcome to the Jolly Elf Inn!**" With that, she walks away. The robed individual seemingly staring at Arel, it was as if he was listening to the conversation despite the rambocious and chaotic wild festivities that's going on. One may feel a shiver down their spine with that hallow stare of his.

However, the robed individual seemingly pulled a chair out for Arel. Tapping on it a few times, signalling for him to come sit beside him.