The tavern was usually a lively place where people kept to themselves or their own little group, or were too drunk to notice anything around them. As soon as Lusala had entered, however, he could feel eyes upon him in spite of this. So much for not drawing too much attention, he thought. It seems a bird-man like him was not safe from being shunned even in a place such as this; then again taverns were ideal places for social gatherings. Since he was a creature that was not something that anyone would see on a daily basis, a cursed being, he was not surprised that this was the greeting he received. The guards around the city had been wary enough of him, though in the end they had left him to his affairs. He was going to have to watch himself here. Now that he was in a more crowded area he stood out even more.<br/><br/>Either that or the locals here really did not take too kindly to strangers. By now he was use to it, thinking that he was able to blend in here was utterly foolish, he has learned to just deal with what he was, he couldnâ€™t help his appearance. But sometimes, perhaps a self-conscious part of him that still wished to come out every now and then, he wanted to go somewhere people wouldnâ€™t gawk at him and whisper under their breath. Nobody liked to be judged and he was certainly no exception to that. No matter how tough he may act, it was just his way of coping.<br/><br/>There was another individual in the tavern. A Drell, judging by the way he smelled, wearing a strange mask to conceal his face; probably for the same reason he wore robes to hide his tail. The half-ling seemed to gesture towards him, giving him an invitation to sit with him if he so desired. Lusala glanced around for a moment while he made his decision. He had actually decided to get a drink from the barkeep before he made his way over to the table. To be honest Lusala was not a very social creature. While he did do a lot of work that required him to interact with others, years of being shunned have left him a bit cold, he had not been forced to make any friends while he was doing his job. It was always live and let live. He had intended to keep it that way.<br/><br/>â€œWell, well. It looks like I might have found a friendly face in this city,â€ he chuckled as he took a seat next to the odd-looking man. It was strange how fate seemed guide ones hand without them even realizing it; Lusala wondered if this was where his journey would begin or not. If anything he might be able to get some information out of this stranger. â€œDo you always welcome the company of complete strangers? Thatâ€™s a little dangerous if you ask me.â€ He took a swig of some of his drink and looked the masked man over again. After a few seconds of silence, he leaned back in his chair and said, â€œWouldnâ€™t you agree?â€ No, this was actually a serious question in its own right. They say curiosity kills the cat but what better way to get information than to start off with something silly or simple?<br/><br/>It would let him know what he was dealing with at the very least.