<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4b/Fin1.png/1200px-Fin1.png)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Fin</span></acronym><br/><br/>The rabble here were just as fascinatingly diverse as any pub with a modicum of seediness. Hells, judging by the pretty statues placed about, it may have been even moreso. There was nothing more beautiful than a variety of faces and personal quirks to observe; like the dwarf woman who twirled the tip of her beard when she was thinking between sips of ale, or the goliath whose rumbling laughter didn't stop him from trying and failing to chug his grog--causing it to spill on his face time and time again.<br/><br/>Fin moved dexterously through the crowd, watching faces and body language with a keen eye, and taking notes and doodles in his journal all the while. Some looked askance at him, and even more threatened to break his nose--a most universal threat, he had come to find--but he simply smiled and told them he was an artist who couldn't ignore an interesting face.<br/><br/>And he slipped away inveterately as they stared in confusion.<br/><br/>Then, he noticed a rare gem among dazzling drunkards: a shifter. A kindred spirit gifted by the Traveler. She was boisterous and confident, even amidst the rowdy bunch who patroned this place. She even seemed to have fun teasing a half-orc woman who clearly wished to punch her lights out. Intrigued, he thought to approach with his journal open and ink pen at the ready; that was, until he noticed her turn her full attention to a tiefling and human duo. More interesting: the human looked to be of a religious background.<br/><br/>For a moment, he wished he could've been close enough to take note of any subtle tics of dismay or anger she might have had, but this turned into wonder. Perhaps seeing this human was not a surprise to her; perhaps they were enemies, or perhaps there was a contract to be carried out. It would explain why the shifter sat at the bar so far away, sipping her drink and casting the odd glance at the pair as if waiting for an opportunity.<br/><br/>He might have left her to it, if he didn't soon realize that the spot the pair were standing in was by the statue of Thakash Rin; right where Max wanted to meet<em>him</em>. This fact made it his business to pursue, and opened a slew of new questions he would love to have answered. So, he approached the bar, sitting beside the shifter and ordering himself a mug of ale.<br/><br/>"Interesting, yes? How diversity can meld so nicely in the seediest of places?" His rich, distinctly accented voice cut cleanly through the din, and among constant, cacophonous complications, his focus steadied on her--at least until he got his drink. At that point, he took a long swig before speaking again. "Are you here for Max?" He asked, and there was a subtle implication in his tone, though he wouldn't easily reveal the meaning behind it.