[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1] The faint buzz of bees and the scent of honey in the air alone was enough to ease some of the tension Kythor had built up when he entered. When the warmth of the blazing hearth engulfed him, what little tension remained vanished into nothingness. A contemplative and wry smile crossed Kythor's face. This area somehow both managed to fit in with and subvert his expectations. When he was a child, he once asked the elders of the tribe what the luxuries of civilization held. Many of them talked of halls like this, filled to the brim with drunkards and thugs. So far, that image seemed to be wholly false. A quick skim of the place revealed that everybody seemed to be busying themselves with conversation or a bit of reading. The atmosphere seemed a lot calmer than what he had expected when he came in. Whether that would be soon to change, however, he could not say. [i]Now would be a good time to start learning about this town and the people in it,[/i] Kythor thought to himself. He didn't know how long he was going to be staying in town, but he knew that regardless of how long he planned to stay, he needed money. Perhaps a lot of it to replace what he lost. He knew the people were willing to pay for the kinds of services he could offer, skills that the common folk of the city lacked themselves. Healing, scouting, hunting... Although he mourned that few in the city possessed any degree in skill in these matters, he was content enough with the fact that their loss would be his gain. [i]Perhaps the barkeep could send me in the right direction.[/i] Kythor began to approach the bar. When he saw the halfling race up to the bar before him, he slowed, and when the two began to talk he halted. So as to not interrupt, he quietly took a seat beside the halfling to wait, offering the two a friendly, albeit tired smile. It wasn't until a moment later he realized he'd left his facial covering on. With a slightly embarrassed grunt, Kythor quietly pulled the cloth down from his face. He gave them another friendly, somewhat more tired smirk, before leaning back in his seat to bask in the soothing warmth of the mead hall.