[h1][center][color=a3edf5]Álmos Air-Swimmer[/color][/center][/h1]
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It was slow going for Álmos. He'd somehow managed to get some manner of detritus caught in his robes, and it was driving him positively mad.

With his senses dulled by his outerwear, it had slipped in through the crease of his hood - a bit of dry leaf that felt to his skin like a shard of glass - and had worked it's way down to the collar of his undershirt. From there, it had tumbled beneath the collar, and was currently resting against his breast - pressed into his skin by the tension in the fabric.

Currently, the man was standing stock still by the entrance of The Dockside View, pressing a hand against the wall for support as he leaned forward and plucked at the fabrics that covered him. Garments meant to protect him from undue distraction brought on by his abilities, which now served as the source of prolonged, intense discomfort.

Finally, he found a bit of relief. Dipping his head down, to the point that his ears were nearly level with his knees, the dry bit of plant matter came tumbling back up from his shirt. He pulled his face wrapping away to ease it's passage, and the leaf fell free of him - quickly to be caught in a light breeze and carried onward.

[color=a3edf5][I]Thank the gods![/I][/color] Álmos thought, with nearly enough relief to bring tears to his eyes. He breathed deeply, overjoyed that he had managed to find some reprieve from the discomfort, basked in that feeling for a moment, and then turned to finish his journey.

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As he stepped over the threshold and into the inn, Álmos froze.

It was fairly busy - something he didn't necessarily mind, but certainly had his reservations about. With more people came the increased risk that he might be forced to come into contact with them. Nonetheless, he had business to tend to. So, he began making his way towards the bar.

Approaching the counter, he lowered his hood and unfastened his face-coverings. After a moment of closed-eyed contemplation, he opened his eyes and turned them towards the bartender. Once the worker met his gaze, the robed man spoke.

[color=a3edf5][B]"Greetings."[/B][/color] Álmos said with a placid grin. [color=a3edf5][B]"Might I trouble you for a cup of wine and some soft cheese?"[/B][/color]