'Hmpff, another one of those village taverns, ugly building, small town. No lights along the streets, no people bustling in those streets. Where *is* everyone? Would it be they are all with their wives and kids, is this again one of those towns where people stick to themselves, where a traveller is greeted only with demise and that they wish him far from this town. Ha, people should be careful what they wish for, wishes sometimes revert on themselves and may cause circumstances the inhabitants did not want in the first place. We shall see, mayhap there is place for a historian in this place, one with stories from across the worlds, one that has seen places. But maybe not, and we will be off on our travels in the morrow. First, let's see how we can get in this place without being noticed.'<br/><br/>The tall man, standing at 6'5 height, lean to medium built for his years, it had been a very long time he could call himself a solely lean person, stood opposite the tavern, his dark cloak firmly wrapped around his body If one didn't look closely at him, it would be that he wasn't there. His cloak gave a sense of disguise against the buildings. It was of indifferent colour. It was one of those cloaks that if the man was standing in front of a tree, said cloak would also be giving him a sense of disguise. He watched the occasional patron going in and going out and to his surprise just as much females as males seemed to be frequented the place. That he liked. It had been too long since he had meddled with the finer people of this particular world. He had stuck around too long already, but on his travels he had met some fine women. For some strange reason he found that the women of this world were vastly different from the males. And as a historian of the worlds, he had been curious to find out why that might be. Why this world, why not the next.<br/><br/>It had been quiet for nearly an hourglass, when he saw some indiscript people approaching, who seemed to be heading to the door of the tavern. Using his cloak and a short muttered spell, he fell in step with them, slipping in behind them. A quick glance around learnt him that in the far dark corner, one not being brightened up by light. It brought a little smirk to his face, the ever absence of light in this world. He melted in with the environment, to his surprise the place was a lot more lively than the outside facade had given away.<br/><br/>He settled himself on one of the chairs, pushing it further back, one that wouldn't have known the trick could almost think that he had pushed his back *into* the wall, to give a feeling he wasn't there at all. He pulled his cloak a bit tighter around his body. Again and always disguising himself. He flicked his hand a little and a tankard of ale appeared in front of him. Reaching out, he took a sip and sighed with relief. At least they were brewing a good ale in this place. He rested back, observing the place, he was there, yet he wasn't. Not for the time being at least. It was time to observe this particular tavern for a little while.