He drug himself to his feet and pulled his cloak off over his head.  It hadn't kept his clothing underneath dry at all, but it didn't matter to him.  He wrung what water he could out of it before donning it again and walking towards the entrance to the nearby Tavern while arching his back in a leisurely stretch.<br/><br/>He opened the door, experiencing the familiar rush of sensations.  To him Taverns were like their own little world.  Each distinct from the space around them with a unique smell, warmth, atmosphere, and life.  Each time he thought he'd seen everything<em>someone</em>sitting next to him at the bar would surprise him.  He stopped thinking he'd seen everything.  He knew he wasn't dignified, kind, temperate, or educated, but he'd seen far worse.<br/><br/>He scanned the tavern looking for anyone of particular interest and grinned to himself.  An albino.