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Reynolf let out a long, drawn out yawn. Though, it wasn't like he could hear himself through the loud hustle and noise the 'Smiling Parrot' exuded haphazardly. The musty, protruding smell of liquor and mead was omnipresent throughout the tavern, with rowdy chattering and cheering in tow. It was indeed a lovely sight to see such energy, but said energy simply drained Reynolf, whom would much rather be taking a nap someplace silent and lonesome or be out walking the sights.

With his signature purple scarf hung slack around his neck, in an inert effort to hide his guild mark. Many of his guildmates eyed him curiously, some in surprise that he would not just be idly sleeping in the guild, and the others trying to ascertain how this 'S-class' member actually is. All Reynolf did was eye them back lazily, particularly highlighting his natural indifference, making many scoff and turn away back to their merry drinks.

A drink was offered to him, which was declined appreciatively. He understood the merits of drinking, but his father had always warned him, in the few conversations they had, that it just dulled the senses. So the only drink resting on his table was a grand old cup of water. Though the real reason he doesn't drink is because he cannot hold his liquor if to save his life.

He sat slack on his table, his posture unbefitting that of an S-class. It didn't help that his guildmates always kept him at the corner of their eyes, as if waiting for something to happen.

After he downed the last of his water, he got up and moved straight through where his captain was sitting and conversing with and old friend of his. He made a conscious effort to swerve away from the stumbling and tottering drunks from Cloud Chasers and others alike. He recognized Asahi drunkenly proclaiming something about him being the best drinker, his arm wrapped around an unfortunate Lazulin whom looked as he always does- plotting something.

After a few more moments he arrived at the table his Captain was sitting on. 
[indent][i][color=#E3C7FF]"Hey Cap'n."[/color][/i] he pronounced laxly, [i][color=#E3C7FF]"Are we free to roam around outside the tavern or can we move back to the rooms?"[/color][/i][/indent]
His eyes gazed at the innkeeeper, Maude.
[indent][i][color=#E3C7FF]"Hello Mrs Maude. I appreciate the accommodations given, particularly the comfortable bed."[/color][/i] he continued, adding a short but courteous bow, [i][color=#E3C7FF]"You look as lovely as ever."[/color][/i][/indent]