[center][color=aquamarine]Pholus[/color][/center]

Pholus now finds himself at the entrance of the tavern with his small cart of three boxes. He has left the knighthood in pursuit of a bigger dream, to become an actual inventor/scientist who can make a contraption that can fly. Thus, he has explored far and wide for his supplies and is now at the doorstep of the tavern as he slowly goes inside. Dragging the cart with him, he tries to find an empty table to hang by himself and check through one of the boxes. The one he goes through has many medical herbs of a sort as his rapier at his side and a strange pirate sword hybrid mix on his back shone in the tavern lights.

[color=aquamarine]"Wonder if there are any other inventors here? This is going to be funnnn!!"[/color]

The inventor now starts covering the box and waves for a staff member to come by, hoping to get a meal and a room...and hopefully a job of sorts.