<em>And then the Paladin walked in,</em>Oren inwardly chuckles as he enters the tavern. Yes, he had the tendency to put himself in as the protagonist of a storybook. An occupational hazard one would say. The man walking in probably stuck out a bit among the crowd as well. Right off the bat one could see that he looked like a male wood elf, albeit one with more body hair and a stronger build. The goatee particularly well trimmed, he begins walking to the bar to get a drink.<br/><br/>His clothing probably radiated magic like heat to those sensitive to such things, as this was a man who loved his adventures. His sword strapped to his back and his pipes on his belt, he obviously had gone for a "dashing hero with a hint of holy" look and was probably more successful then not.<br/><br/>And looking over the crowd, he snickers a bit inwardly as well. Some tough faces in there. If he expanded his senses he wondered what evil he would find, but not having a good reason to do so he doesn't try. He does however get a good look around and spots a few other welcome sights.<br/><br/>The tavern wench. A red haired human woman. He hoped she wasn't a prostitute but only from the point of view of his principles. As a bedroom partner she could be fun.<br/><br/>The wood elf woman. An intense one from the looks of her. Heh, he knew he looked like a male wood elf for the most part- except maybe the extra body hair and the little nubs of horns. A good conversation starter right there.<br/><br/>The halfling. He took an extra moment with her, mostly to make sure she was a halfling and not a child. He'd never made that mistake before- thank the gods- but he can see how it can happen. Not bad, and he's enjoyed the occasional halfling before. . .<br/><br/>He shakes his head a bit as he tries to concentrate on other things long enough to order a drink, barely succeeding.