Nathaniel snuck into the town unnoticed, his dark grey cape billowing behind him. He kept his head down, no need to alert anyone of the bone white mask he wore. He couldn't be sure if someone would think oddly of him for it, but he didn't want to be made a spectacle of.<br/><br/>Blue eyes, sharp and bright through the holes cut in the mask, scanned the area, looking for a proper place to settle their owner. He had enough coin to keep himself from going hungry or forcing him to sleep in the woods for another night. He finally settled on a loud tavern, heading towards it without another thought.<br/><br/>As soon as he entered, however, he was met with a crude sort of welcoming. A drunkard wheeled into him, splashing his drink onto the Drell's garb. Letting out a snarl of distaste, Nathaniel shoved the man aside. Normally he would have made the man pay for ruining his outfit, but he was too weary from wandering to do much. He sat down at a table near the back, kicked up his heels and ordered a beer. He preferred his alcohol in his gut, not on his shirt.<br/><br/>Though his back faced the doors, he could hear them open again and a few people gasped with revolt, making him crane his neck to see what as the ruckus. Under his mask, he arched a brow. A bird man. Of all the things that could have crawled out of the streets and into this dingy old place, it was a bird man. Nathaniel lifted his mask slightly to take a sip, still watching the odd being with some curiosity. He jerked his head over to the seat by him, signaling him to take a seat.