The Drell had certainly gotten a reaction from Lusala alright. The bird-man smirked slightly at his play on words, sipping at his drink again to hold back a snort. It was a faint reaction but a reaction nonetheless; if this guy had a sense of humor then he might be good company. Time would tell if this was actually an accurate conclusion, so for now he was just going to tread lightly and see what came out of it. He did have a point in saying that he was probably better off right here instead of somewhere else in the tavern. At least he would have some company while people were â€˜staring at him like the Devil incarnateâ€™, even if it was the company of a complete stranger. In a way they had both gotten what they wanted. He wanted to test the waters a little and the Drell had received a reaction.<br/><br/>â€œHow would you know that Iâ€™m not the Devil incarnate?â€ If he had eyebrows, he could have arched one then and there. It was odd but part of him really had wanted that question to be answered. Hearing what the other thought of him, perhaps searching for a different opinion, would be rather interesting to say the least. Unfortunately it was drowned out by another question. â€œYou want me to give you my name?â€ He inquired as he leaned forward slightly, glancing at the Drell from under his hood. There was a long pause as if he was pondering how he should approach this. He knew how he wanted to answer, but also knew that it was probably typical. â€œLusala.â€ He said in a tone quiet enough for only the Drell to hear, with a slight nod of confirmation. Sometimes it was better to just to be honest than distant, right?<br/><br/>â€œNow that we have that out of the way,â€ he continued, deciding what he was about to say next was a fair way to go about this. â€œYou said you had been travelling for awhile. What brought you here?â€ Leaning back in his chair he took another swallow from his drink. After emptying his glass, Lusala waved the barkeep over for a refill. It was kind of funny. Lusala was not much of a drinker but there were days where he could drink like a fish. There was just something about alcohol that took the edge off a rough day. Travelling, he felt, was definitely something he considered to be worthy of a drink. This alcohol really was hitting the spot right about now, but he didnâ€™t allow his thoughts to wander too far from his company. Drinking more than he needed to relax around a stranger could be just as dangerous as inviting them in.<br/><br/>He had also noticed that there were others around them; two had decided to occupy the table across from him and the Drell. â€œInteresting. It seems like we are not alone.â€ A subtle gesture was made towards the other table as Lusala shifted in his seat slightly. It was beginning to feel stuffy in here but his attention was barely on that at the moment. How interesting indeed, though it was only natural considering this was a place for socal gatherings. He decided to watch them for a moment, out of the corner of his eye, taking in their appearance. They seemed to pay the two odd creatures, sticking out like a sore thumb, which was odd considering everyone else in the tavern seemed to be avoiding them like the plague. While it was somewhat amusing, he decided to do the same, paying them no mind, and went back to his drink as well as his own company.