Taverns did not have all the answers, Tanner grumbled, as he was sitting at the bar sipping at a drink without touching a plate of food he ordered from the waitress, after she got over her initial shock of having an active ironclad inside with the show of gold. He hadn't figured out how to make the giant metal golem go away yet, and the summon was attracting a lot of attention from both the Landers and the low-level players that were inside the tavern and evidently thought he was a guy worth asking advice. Did he seriously look like a NPC quest-giver?!

Well that was one downside of eating in a shady corner with a golem over your shoulder and a unique outfit, he supposed as he took another bite of the bread. Tasteless, odorless, like the mealbars he often bought for long raids. He could stomach the flavor, but he couldn't say the same for some of the other players in here. At this point, he was just glad for something in his stomach than to think about the whys of the matter.

More baffling to him was the Landers. They were acting a bit more like....people. And after her initial shock from the Ironclad, the waitress seemed to be walking over to refil his flagon a bit more often than norm to look at his ears and waving Lion's tail. Curious.

Hearing the door open, Tanner watched as a few new faces showed up. Higher-level players. Good, maybe they would have some answers, or at least distract the newbies away from him so he could eat in peace.