Grusk goes down stairs, looking around the inn's main room, looking for an attractive serving wench he could tempt up to bed, anything to ease the aching in his loins. He was vain for a druid, making sure as he made his way downstairs, unless he encountered a cute maid first he'd make an entrence, ensuring they caught his nigh impossible grace and grand feral beauty as he strode in, eyes moving rapidly, searching, the pheromones of his arousal wafting from him.