Xelise has spent the last little while listening to people and their interactions, quietly, watching the mass of people split and fragment in various directions.<br/><br/>He could use a drink, he figures, but then decides that would likely look poor, to have him following Clover there...  And that would only invite further teasing from Nara.  The church, on the other hand, sounded about as interesting a visit as a kick in the shins, so that was out.  He'd already annoyed Benesli when he contradicted her orders and suggested they wait for Clover, or any other survivors, to emerge from the snow slide.  Madeline seemed aloof and unapproachable, and he'd only slow the nimble girl down anyways.<br/><br/>"Yep, Xelise... you're off to a fine start at not looking awkward"  he says to himself in drow, before mentally shrugging and murmuring 'fuck it' and heading to the tavern.<br/><br/>Slipping inside the place, he looks around, as if looking for someone.  If Clover gives some sort of indication that she would like company/that chaperon after all, he would oblige, and otherwise, he would go sit by himself and listen to the room, to see if there are any interesting conversations.