The man pointed to a nearby tavern without saying a word.<br/><br/>"Thank you." Vagile said as he hurried over to the small pub. He opened the door and felt the warmth from inside aft over him like a sauna. Vagile made his way along the wall toward the bar, warily skirting the knot of patrons; the commotion was creating a clangorous racket, and the air, already confused with smoke, was further muddled by their shouts and laughter. Vagile took a seat at the nearest bar stool and ordered a Sparkling Ale. The bartender left to fulfill the order, leaving Vagile to survey the scene before him.