Runethial entered the pub and looked around with his sharp eyes. He had heard many wonderful things about the dishes here. He wasn’t a major fan of cuisine, but when one was apparently meant to be legendary in taste to the point it made you feel like a whole different person afterwards, it was worth a taste. The place seemed decent enough, but he was no critic of design. He would not of cared if the place had been a pig style, with piglets dashing under tables and in-between the chairs, as long as the food was as good as promised.<br/><br/>He walked confidently across the floor to the bar, his head held high, his eyes occasionally flickering about just to see who else was present and leaving them as he stopped caring.  He got to the bar and located the man working behind it. He was a quick study. He looked slightly out of place, and as he looked around the room he spotted another that looked like he was perhaps the one that belonged there. He turned back to the bars current host and managed a smile for him, just to appear friendly.<br/><br/>“What is on your menu good sir? I’ve heard nothing but good things about this place, so I must say I’m looking forward to a good meal.” He couldn’t help but chuckle and add, “Or even a bad one” He meant nothing bad about the last comment, it was just that he did not expect to get his hopes up to go hand in hand with the heavenly praises this place seemed to get.