As the trio of Eva, Sophia, and Gareth ordered their breakfast food, the door to the inn cracked open slightly. Into the inn came a small boy, perhaps no older than 12. The boy was fairly well dressed, but it was obvious he was not a noble. Perhaps from the merchant district of the town. The small boy glanced around the bar for a moment, taking in all the patrons. Eventually, he laid his eyes on the exotically clothed Sophia, and her companions. After a moment more of scanning, the young boy rushed over to the trio, taking a seat close to them, but not right next to them. The boy obviously was not old enough to purchase any type of alcohol, but he sat at the bar all the same, seemingly ignored by the bartenders. The boy spun idly on his stool, keeping his glance on the trio only a few seats away.