Opening the door to the tavern, Hunter the mage wandered over silently to the bar, the hood of his cloak masking his face from the other occupants that were slowly but surely driving themselves into a drunken stupour. A long staff held firmly in one hand he laid his free hand on the bar, waiting for the barman to come and serve him. As a mage he was not allowed to drink any alcohol for; as he had discovered when he was a student at the mage's guild, alcohol and magick could be somewhat explosive and detrimental to anyone's health if they got in the way.<br/><br/>When the barman did finally stroll over, Hunter ordered a glass of water. It was a strange request and the barman looked at him as if he were stupid but upon a piece of silver being placed onto the counter from Hunters pouch, the man didn't look so surprised but passed over a tankard full of water which Hunter thanked the gentleman for before going and seating himself over in one of the empty corners so that he could watch and listen in on everyone else without leaving his back open to anyone in case they tried anything on him.