Dennis
𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐑 | 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓
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Callen entertained inn's and taverns. He was quite the fan of them. Whether it be robbing the place of any valuable decor, scouting out pretty ladies and men — he rarely went to simply just enjoy himself. Callen was many things; a drinker was not one of them. But, when he couldn't find a specific hunk of a Barbarian, he knew where to look. The same old place, where else? The front doors of the inn swung open. Inside the younger man walked with a rather irritable look on his face. His cloak that was already littered with discolored patches and stains had gotten ripped once more along the bottom, and there was visible scrapes along his left cheek. To put it lightly, he looked disheveled and a bit out of breath. 

Callen had most likely gotten into a brief squabble before he even made it to the inn. He couldn't keep himself out of trouble if his life depended on it. And to see his Barbarian friend mindlessly drowning in his sorrows with a cup in his hand, it only made him more frustrated. 

The drow threw his arms up in obnoxious frustration, trudging over to the table that Baldwin sat at. "Well, look who it is! I was starting to think you lost your way and fell in a ravine." His tone was sour. Callen took one look at Baldwin and scoffed, swiping the man's drink from him and holding it up. "Come on, pull yourself together, tough guy. What's been going on with you lately?" Callen's frustration gradually morphed into concern. He didn't like seeing his friend like this. His fist tightened around the handle of the cup, taking a reluctant whiff of the mead and cringing at the smell.
William
Also kinda small but wtv
Gloria
**Seperate from the table of the now reunited pair, flexed all manner of individuals. A few tables down in particular, sparked the beginning of another's grand entrance! Not by doorway, but by the slight inch up from her busy table. Formerly shrouded by the men sitting just infront, now came the view of another of Khisfire's unique locals! At first glance came the sprouting of sharp horns trailing through her long raven locks. A cheery smile in fanged fashion, eyes flickering in a golden hue not so blinding but almost like the famed Khisfiran sun! A grey skin to her tones, flattered by the soft gold adorned around her eyes. The Tiefling Mage, Vayra Vakara! Not a household name, but a local one! A young adventurer clinging to her travels, and so she did with all manner of optimism. Exchanging words with the group at that table, her business seemed settled as she seemed on the move!**

**Slipping out from more of her cover, and further into more open viewing. - Soon the showcase of her Khisfiran garb came into view. The colourful nature of her homeland notable, her clothing was light and suited perfectly for the blazing heat of Khisfire. Dashes of her grey skin meshed in some places, an adventurers' sash draped over her shoulder and dangling against her waist. Of jewellery, only the faintest and common dashes that adorned her ears. She was no Noble, but she dared to find a style suiting her.**

**A passing glance flickered around the array of tables as she stepped from her own, smiles exchanged with former strangers until her golden eyes flickered upon the Drowish pair. Intrigue flickered in that look for a moment, but not long enough to stare. The rush of a busy Inn made that clear, as she found herself expected to head barside. - Needy for a slip of liquor.**