After a moment, Set found the shelf of glasses. Gently, he picked one up and poured himself water from the nearby sink. With a quiet sigh of his chest, and a serene smile, he brought the rim to his lips and let the icy coolness wash over him with each sip.<br/><br/>Perfect.<br/><br/>His almost meditative state with the drink, however, was quickly interrupted by a large, and loud, man barreling towards the very bar where he stood. He took a quick step to the side, just barely dodging the bear of a human. Wait....human? Set’s eyes furrowed as the man finished his drink and bared canines larger than what was deemed average among humans. With another glance around, he allowed his eyes to examine the bar’s inhabitants more closely. The man serving the drinks held an air of being older than he seemed. The woman by the fire had a strange animalistic aura. The bear of man seemed very much bear-like in both appearance and demeanor, though he wasn’t sure if that comparison was wholly correct. Something else was about him that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. And the petit curvaceous woman garnering all the attention, her words finally processed in his mind. (If I got any of this incorrect, please let me know and I will edit my post)<br/><br/>Save for the inspector... “none of you are human....” Set vocalized that last thought. His voice was low, quiet, airy, his words coming across as a whisper brushing against one’s ears. Putting his glass down, he swiftly moved from behind the bar, his steps quick but smooth, as if gliding across the floor to examine these runes with a keener understanding of their origins. “Tell me...do you know of who has created these runes?” Again, his voice is quiet, but could be heard by the woman speaking with the human, despite his focus staying on the walls, “what stories do you have of them?”