Zephyr looked oddly to the woman who spoke of a seat being open, and he gazed down to the stool he had just sat in. His eyes flashed back up to her, when he spotted her ears, and then the raven that peaked it's head from under the cowl. It was then he hissed as she scooted the stool out, and he shook his head at her.<strong>"I'll pass."</strong>He said cautiously as he looked at her ears and then to the bird, while moving down a few stools farther from the weird woman-err thing.<br/><br/>As he re seated himself farther from the oddity that had been more than a little rude, in his opinion, he began to think on her looks.<em>Is she an elf</em>Zephyr having never seen one before, couldn't be sure, but from the tales he'd heard she certainly matched the depiction. His mind also wandered over whether or not this was the kind of establishment he wanted to stay at, or if he should find someplace more conscious of manners. While he certainly didn't have impeccable speech, he was at least aware that certain things were just not polite, like offering someone a seat when they had already taken one.<br/><br/>Zephyr looked up to the male bartender, and began to further dislike this tavern. He stood up at that point, and walked back to the door.<em>I'm out of here...</em>He thought to himself, first the fat merchant eating lavishly while others starved around him, and then that rude fey at the bar. He opened the door, deciding he would find his food and bed at someplace that was less stifling. He walked back into the cold air, shutting the door behind him, before looking around for second. He was forced to step to the side while he surveyed the area, as a rather large man went to muscle his way into the bar.<br/><br/>Perception check (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2962312/)