Ben stepped through the portal that led into the inter-dimensional Tavern, and he blinked. This...was not his house. He looked around incredulously, not quite understanding how to react. "[color=9e0b0f]I am either dreaming...or I've lost myself in my imagination. Maybe both...[/color]" Ben whispered. He wore his dark red shirt and black work pants, his celtic necklace around his neck and hands in his pockets. First thing was first, and he stepped toward the Tavern counter, nearly bumping into a few tavern goers. He was so bewildered it seemed, for he was generally balanced, even agile. He found himself a seat and decided to keep to himself until someone approached him. His dark brown eyes gazed to and fro curiously. He seemed to be taking this change matter-of-factly for someone who had expected to be walking into a basement, not a Tavern.