Taking a lookie around and sniffing the air as well, pretending not to be concerned about the musky smell of the place as I wander into the tavern buried under the earth. Walking in as a extremely adorable furry kitten, as the only thing I am wearing is red lace panties and a collar, my bag strapped to my hip.<br/><br/>Wondering if there is anything left interesting that would be near this tavern, as such a place would have had enough traffic going through to pick clean anything interesting nearby. Sighing out some as I just take a seat off to the side with my back to the wall. Keeping a glare on the patrons inside, my adorableness can sometimes be a bother...