It had become clear that this was indeed a quiet little tavern. One which a loudmouth like Abe had been better off being silent. Sadly Abe was not very successful in that department. As some woman had passed by him on her way into the tavern. Abe had noticed his "first new friend" in the corner of his eye. Some random bookworm who had been seated in the corner of the tavern. Abe was not one for reading, but he figured that this was clearly someone who wouldn't mind the conversation. After all!? Who really comes into a tavern of all places, just to sit and read? So Abe with all of his charm, decided to stroll over towards the table in which the mage had been seated.<br/><br/>"Well hello there my good sir! I am sir, not really sir, but I am named Abe! It is a pleasure to meet you!?" He exclaimed quiet profoundly as he plopped himself down on the seat across from the mage. "How are the drinks here!? Any good!?" Maybe he was a bit too loud, and direct with his choice of words, but Abe was a social butterfly. A rather annoying, social butterfly. As he waited for a response from the mage. Abe's eyes began to scan the room. His attention quickly falling on every single patron, and thing that drew said attention. He was a man who always could spot random ticks, and actions in a person's movements. Tell tale signs you could call it of how people were.