Back inside once more, Nikolas looked around at the inn's occupants. They talked and laughed just like anyone else, sharing a meal together, or sitting off alone in their own corners. Similar behaviors, just different settings. Making his way silently passed the tables, Nikolas noticed the Lore Master sharing a table with a blindfolded man. He wondered who he was, an old friend perhaps? But paid them no more mind as the northerner continued on his path to his destination. It was a familiar feeling to tower over the people he passed, Nikolas height being an abnormality among his people with only a few standing taller than most. Of course it had its advantages, but also its disadvantages. This, combined with his paler complexion and hair made him stand out in a crowd of generally darker skinned and haired people. Avoiding the few stares he did receive, Nikolas made it to the meeting room, taking a seat where he could have his back to the wall. He noted the other occupants of the room, Mayleen, and Motto, but kept to himself, his attention only once more being drawn by the presence of the Lore Master and her guest.