<span style="font-weight: bold">"Ah, yes. First time here, eh?"</span>the fuzzy creature gave him a warm and knowing smile; Rhys couldn't help returning the smile despite how he felt.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Welcome to the Wandering Wolf Inn."</span><br/>The man let his eyes glance either way as he tried to wrap his head around what exactly was going on "the -uh Wandering what what?" a bright feminine voice made Rhys jolt in his seat. She had..... caught him off guard somehow. No. He wouldn't have noticed her even if he tried. Looking straight at her, he felt no presence, nothing coherent at least.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"S-Sorry!"</span>she piped up hurriedly,<span style="font-weight: bold"> "That blood was hard to get off." </span>Rhys shifted in his seat, growing more uncomfortable by the moment. She gave a professional offer, all the while watching him closely. He hunched his shoulders apologetically and twisted his wrists as if attempting to hide them from her line of sight. Something about those eyes.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">" Did you come from a prison or something? Are those safe to come off for us? You aren't going to try anything funny, are you?"</span><br/><br/>Despite his dark skin, the bright red played across his face immediately. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the small fuzzy man behind the counter.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Wolfcub, just unbind our guest."</span>he firmly commanded before turning his attention back to Rhys. She quickly complied to Rhys's extreme discomfort. A strange blade extended from her body and he felt the tension around his wrists go slack as she made quick work of the bindings and made herself scarce at the barkeeps command. His body only relaxed once she moved away.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"This is a friendly establishment and the rules are over there on the wall."</span>the small man said, pointing to a plaque near the door, and.... next to a scythe.<span style="font-style: italic">That's one way to get the point across</span>he thought to himself. Still, the thought of this little creature weilding such a large weapon almost made him chuckle. It took him a moment to realize it might belong to the man sitting close by.<br/><br/>"I assume you have questions." He asked, "Don't worry this is a safe place. Another dimension if you will. You must have been put through one of the few random doors that lead here. I am the owner of this establishment, Donta."<br/><br/>Rhys was actually glad the man had stopped him from digging himself into a hole. Bindings or not, he didn't know how safe it was for anyone to be here around him especially in the state he was in. Being around magicals helped a good deal though, if it weren't for this bartender, Rhys would be in a panic; the kind demeanor and infectious smile made it hard not to just play along. The man slid a tall glass his way; it was a pleasant golden-brown color with a bitter-sweet scent. The smell of alcohol was easily identifiable and as much as he'd like to forget a few troubles, not having full control of himself seemed like a bad idea right now. He lightly pushed the glass back towards the bartender.<br/><br/>"That came off as rude, didn't it? I'm sorry, Donta. You said Donta, right? I don't mean to offend you, but I don't drink alcohol. Not that it isn't good! I mean, I've never really been a fan; I've always preferred milk, but Borrie says not to ask for milk at a bar or you'll be spotted instantly. I mean, I'm sure it tastes fine. Good! -ehm" Rhys ran his grimy hands over his face; he could definitely go for that bath.<br/><br/>"I don't have any way to pay you," he slowly and clearly articulated the sentence before letting out a sigh "I'm not even sure what I'd have to pay in... here. Whereever here is. You said something about another dimension? Like the after-realms? I didn't think I would die so anticlimactically," he joked with a sad chuckle, he looked down at the wooden bar before glancing at the winged man that the girl had been ordered to attend to. He looked rather comfortable here, despite a rather large wound on his left shoulder and wing. He felt remorse for the man; hiding from the Melurians must be an ordeal for him.<br/><br/>"You all look like magicals. Was this a rescue? and if I go out that door, where would it put me?"