Chrrou might have only heard descriptions of the heroes by word of mouth, and some of that was heard secondhand, but some people are so unique as to be unmistakable.<br/><br/>More than likely, at first he'd blend into the rest of the micefolk that seem to comprise most of the crowd milling about the room, but soon the relatively diminutive creature stands behind the place chosen at the bar by Grai and Lilandra, clasping his hands together... and giving a soft cough to clear his throat. "Ah... excuse me. Are you... too busy to be troubled?" The constant, scarcely-suppressed trembling of his paws might well seem a sign of nervousness or intimidation.