Cael looked up from his meal, which had arrived a short time ago, when he caught the door opening out of the corner of his eye. A waterlogged man entered the tavern and looked around. He lifted another spoonful of the hearty stew in front of him into his mouth as he followed the man's gaze to a woman sitting very close to the door.<br/><br/>Now there was something one didn't see every day. The man who had just entered was looking at an albino. He shifted his chair around the table, partially so he was closer to the fire and drying off, and partially so he could get a better look at the woman across the room. He smiled as the fire's heat hit his back, and chuckled quietly as he noticed that steam was beginning to rise off his clothing.<br/><br/>He allowed his eyes to wander the common room, drawn to the bard playing a merry tune on his flute. He smiled as he ate and watched people dance and drink to the song, and allowed his eyes to slip on. He took in the entire tavern in several minutes, relieved to find that everything was merry and, as far as he was concerned, safe. No mysterious figures in any corners. A relief.<br/><br/>He took a moment to release his ginger-colored locks from the ponytail and the bandanna holding it out of his face and brushed it back.