It was taking him too long, the barmaid was too busy in the tavern, too many other patrons asking her attention and he realised he'd had to spring into action himself. He carefully patted his cloak, to see if all his belongings were in their right place, if his beloved pipe and pouch of tobacco were where they should be and when he was fully satisfied, he slowly got up from his chair. He used a little bit of his trickery again, that he had learnt from a guy who was always pulling oranges from a bag. The bag seemed so small he couldn't pull but two or three oranges, but he once didn't let the guy out of his sight for 2 full days and in that time he had pulled a full 27 oranges out of the bag. He shook his head slowly.<br/><br/>Trickery, that guy always said, trickery will get you a lot further than magic. And, so the guy claimed, magic doesn't really exist. Just use trickery. It had got him in the tavern unseen, just slip in behind some other patrons, nothing much to it. And trickery now made him look even taller than his 6'5" posture. Just stand up a little straighter, walk with your back straight, push your stride up a bit more. Have your shoulders broaden up a little. There really is nothing to it, if you know the tricks. Most people didn't know them. They'd walk the same at all times, they'd act the same at all times. Which meant they were easily recognisable. Someone who always walked the same, was being noted by everyone around him. Someone who changed his walking slightly, using a bit of that trickery, remained unseen.<br/><br/>He slowly walked up to the bar, still intending to speak to the barmaid, but he didn't walk in the straight line he could have done. He passed the girl he thought was called Erin, behind her back, so he could have a glance at the map she was studying. Of course he didn't know the area around the town the tavern was located, but he knew a thing or two about maps. He once followed  map-making course by one of the strangest characters he'd met on his travels, a blue bear who seemed to have 13.5 lives.<br/>When he walked past her, he glanced down, scanning the map quickly. Then he chuckled to himself. If they thought that was a treasure map, he could draw anything up and send them on a wild goose chase.<br/><br/>He made it to the bar without bursting out laughing, a treasure map, by all means. Then he let his shoulders sink down slightly, resting his elbow on the bar. He placed the empty tankard he had carried with him on the bar as well. Courtesy had learnt him to not just leave your empty stuff at your table. That was just rude, even though the barstaff was hired to clear it up. And then he waited, because the barlass was on her floating travels along the tables and the other patrons.