Raphael walks slowly into the bar. He looks around the room, pausing momentarily on a few individuals who stand out to him. A woman with pointed ears, and platinum blond hair, an elf maybe; A man with blue hair and two identical swords on his back; A person reading a book, which seemed an odd sight in a bar; A woman with an odd tint to her skin that didn't look quite human. But he had no room to complain about others apparences he reminded himself, and he shook back his long mane and continues forward, walking in his bare feet, which were more like oversized paws.<br/><br/>He goes to the bar and orders a tankard of malt mead. Raphael took a seat at the bar, trying to ignore those around him. It was no use. The amount of people in the tavern meant that no matter how he tried, he could not ignore them completely. He could try somewhere else, but there was no quarantee that anywhere else would not be as crowded, and he had already found a seat and gotten a drink. Perhaps this would have to be test of his patience. Perhaps trying to find someone with whom to have a conversation with would be an easier task. He eyed the woman he thought might be an elf that he had set down beside. After a giving it some thought, he said the only thing that came to him at a time like this.<br/><br/>"Hello."