<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/7b/fd/56/7bfd5699b4e2d1e891a931a151f8bf96.jpg)</div>Romero Xilocient (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1242519)<br/><br/>The trek towards the bar was something that was not exhausting.  Instead, it was the experiences before he arrived.  Pushing open the door, even exhausted, he could see how pristine the bar looked.  It was well maintained and seeing that warforged with the apron on gave him the suspicions of why it was so clean.  He hoped that this was not the type of places that everyone needed to remain pristine or he was going to be finding himself tossed out.<br/><br/>Walking in, he carried himself, but his stepped showed a level of exhaustion.  Boots trailed in some dirt as he would come and find a table.  His scabbard was removed and set to lean against it, his shield soon moving to rest against the scabbard.<br/>Heading over towards the Warforged, he would at least wait until Paane and Purity ordered before he would add on.<br/><br/>“Something strong and something to eat as well.”<br/><br/>He was hardly going to be specific.  This place looked nice… nicer than some of the places he had stopped before, so he figured anything that they provided would be edible and at the end of the day, that was the purpose of a meal.  He would look to Goliath, then allowing his gaze around the bar a bit to see the others.<br/><br/>Once ordered, he would make his way towards the table where he had set his weapon and shield and would come to settle, his arms crossing and he would lay his head to the table.<br/>