Allard's jovial demeanor and jokes got a smile from Kistal. He clapped his hands together and sat at the bar. "Well then, I'd love an order of that curry! The rum sounds fantastic. It isn't often I get to sample some rum. The pirates up north seem to suck that in like a fish drinks water." He leaned his spear next to him on the bar, his back to the rest of the room. He was not off his guard, however, and was keenly listening for anything amiss behind him.

The satyr's height made the bar stool slightly too short for him, but he managed without issue. He was well used to his frame being an oddity beyond accommodating for. This Allard fellow, though, seemed quite interesting. He might have some stories to tell given that he looked like someone who kept in shape for the worst. Perhaps he was previously an adventurer or mercenary.