Constantly having his senses reached out, from time to time taking another sip of his ale, he suddenly caught the thoughts of one that appeared to be some sort of soldier. He scanned him with great caution, because although he had learnt that most folk on this world had no idea about wizardry, he had met a few who were capable of performing the Arts. The word that had caught his attention was vampire, which make him smile a little broader. Him? A vampire, a preposterous idea. He was no closer to being a vampire than a rat was to be an elephant. But he kept to himself, knowing that the very thought of vampires caused frigthen among folk. That way he could be nigh on certain that he'd be left alone.<br/><br/>His sudden appearance was no more than some little trickery. Anyone could blend in with the shadows, should they take care of doing so. He was more inclined to think that the girl that had looked at him earlier knew a thing or two about hiding in shadow.<br/><br/>It was true, he hailed from very far, not from this very world. One of his former teachers had shown him the way to the Hall of Worlds, where any door lead to another world. In his years on the road, so to speak, he had opened many doors and had travelled on a few of the worlds presented to him. Usually he wouldn't stay longer than a full year, or the equivalent of a full year by his own time-keeping, on any given world, a time frame still a bit away on his journey here, but upon entering the tavern, he sensed that his life and his journey had taken a completely new direction.<br/><br/>He realised his tankard was empty, the ale of a more than good standard, and after having eaten, he had an appetite for a decent drinking session. He looked in the direction of the barmaid, failing to catch her eye as yet, so he tried to call for her by speaking directly in her mind.<i>'Would you be so kind  to bring me another tankard of your fine ale, lass'.</i><br/>He sat back again, he wasn't at all sure if she would have heard him, his voice no more than a whisper. Of course it was no problem to fill up his tankard himself, but since he wasn't certain about all of the patrons in the tavern, he thought it best to stick to local rule, by ordering and paying for whatever he was being served.