Just as things seemed to settle down the tavern's main doors were thrown open to reveal a tall, dark-haired elf in red flowing robes that bellowed greatly, not seeming to care that there was no wind to propel them. Flashing a smug smile to the room the elf paused a moment to let the occupants gaze upon his magnificence "Barkeep, a glass of your finest wine for the great Nabriel! The rest of you continue on with your mundane lives." He ordered before walking halfway to the bar, a thin staff topped by a flame encasing sphere clinking lightly on the ground with every step.