<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/>Romero would see the display of the modrons.  A slight brown was raised by the half elf, but that was perhaps all he could offer them at this point in time.  He would see them seeming so proud of their display and everything was so timely and in order.  More and more, the extra tidy nature of the bar was beginning to be explained.  He would hardly wait, taking up one of the mugs of the stout along with picking up one of the snack cakes with his dirt covered hand.  He would lift the mug to them and then head over towards his seat, beginning to drain the stout as he would take his seat.<br/><br/>Sitting down, he would take a bite of one of the snack cakes, washing it down with some of the stout as he would get comfortable within his chair.  Stretching, he would move, kicking his feet up on a chair besides him as he would recline, setting the mug on the table with him as he would look to those there.  He would give on that look however, not bothering top speak, but instead sipping his stout.