Making his way into town, Alavae stopped and looked around at the deserted and boarded up buildings, a sad expression on his face while patently ignoring any funny looks he was getting. It was another reason why he couldn't understand how humans kept flourishing. They kept going forwards while leaving their heritage to rot, or so it seemed. But perhaps he might be able to aid this town and improve its place in the world for the future, he mused as his eyes fell on the inn.<br/><br/>Striding over towards the inn, he paused to look up appraisingly at the building and sign again before pushing open the door and entering. Panning his gaze around the room, he located a table a little detached from the few other patrons, near to a tall black-haired man already being served. Sitting down at his chosen table, he reverentially set down his pack by his chair along with his shield. Clasping his hands together, he rested them on the tabletop, quietly and patiently waiting to be served.