An old haunt of the tavern wisped through the air like dark ribbons in the wind, circling upon the property with a somber demeanor. Knutik has continued to remain in this general location, mostly hidden out of sight for so long, just watching the many visitors of the old tavern come in and out with stories on their shoulders. The weight of many worlds in one seemed to never bother the aged building and there was magic to be seen within every crack and chip of it's wood; he was drawn to it.

With how quiet these walls have been for so long, newfound active life seemed to call him out from hiding, if only to peer through the glass of the windows from outside to observe the going-ons within, his green eyes of burning emeralds glowed with interest as he gripped the hems of the window's frame with shadowed claws.