The trip to the general store was uneventful to say the least, a older woman and a wingless lad sweeping up the place were the only other ones around. The store was layed out simple enough where he could find everything he needed pretty quickly, and the price was actually fairly low, compared to what he was used to. Before he could even ask the older woman responded to the question he was about to ask, and he was wise not to say anything else but a polite thank you as he took his items. Some coffee, cigarettes, a bit of food and odds and ends. He still had a fair bit of coin left on him, but it wouldn't last him forever. He chuckled when the younger boy complained about the Black Widow, to which he replied [color=crimson]"She's threatened to cut off lots of my appendages, no worries. She might be tempered, but I believe she has a soft spot deeeeep down there somewhere. You're lucky to have her around. And I'm sure you'll be able to fly in your own way one day."[/color]

He gave a wink and a wave before heading across the street, groceries in hand to the tavern. He could sense that there were a [i]lot[/i] of people in there, and some were of a higher breed than the others he had encountered in the tavern earlier, or a regular basis for that matter. But Faeril was in there, and so was Randalvar, so at least a few friendly faces were there. Not that he was worried, but if anything happened, he would sure get an earful after. Walking into the tavern with a cool swagger, he watched as several Eyrien men were on the sides of the bar, watching the people in the middle. A Queen and a Dhemian man who reeked of something higher than a Blood Opal, possibly on par with Faeril. It was hard to judge just by entering the room. Faeril looked like she was taking a drink talking to Randalvar, and he decided to ignore everybody else entirely and take a seat at the bar, setting down his groceries and leaning on the counter with a yawn. 

[color=crimson]"So, I see you're having yourself a busy morning Randalvar."[/color]