Aspen's eyes followed Tyreus as he went to over to the elf that just came in. Aspen could have sworn she was limping, but he was unsure. Her injury was most likely caused by the bigots of the "No pointy ears" society. He himself had pointed ears, being a Fae and all, but a small illusion on the tips of his ears hid this fact.<br/><br/>Aspen observed the other two at the table with him. They looked like capable fighters, but one never knows who to trust until you fight with them. He stayed quiet though and whispered a small,<span style="color: #00FF00">"Thank you,"</span>the the tavern girl when she brought him some ale. He brought it to his lips to take a sip, but paused to sniff it to make sure there was no poison or such in it.<br/><br/>Once he confirmed no one had dont anything to the ale, he sipped at it.<span style="color: #00FF00">I wonder who will become the "unofficial" leader of our little troupe... A group of humans and non-humans and magick...</span><br/><br/>Then one of them said,<span style="color: #8000BF">"Not much else of a reason to gather around a halfling dragon at a tavern now is there?"</span>Aspen immediately felt the eyes of the closest patrons focus on them,<span style="color: #00FF00">Well isn't this just wonderful...</span>