Perception: 1d20=20 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1969860/)<br/><br/>B.A. slips into a seat at the corner table, checking over the tavern once more before signaling for a barkeep to order a mug of ale, and, perhaps, a quail or two, depending on their price. Favouring the barmaid with a warm smile, hoping to take the edge off his appearance. Often people were...disapproving. Or even afraid of him. Given his clear descent from the dreaded denizens of the Underdark.