Tharraleos had been continuing to observe the other patrons as the oversized jug of water became more and more empty. These types of places usually seemed to attract some rather unique individuals, which meant he typically didn't stand out as much in comparison. As the last of the liquid slid down his gullet and he opened his maw to call to the bartender, an abrupt decrease in temperature sent a shiver down his spines. 

Unwavering goldenrod eyes scanned the area and instantly took note of the spectral entities. Well, this was certainly unexpected. One of the creatures seemed to sense the immense power of Tharr and his hunger for battle. The Tauric Griff barely had time to lean his upper body forward to narrowly avoid a claw swipe aimed for the back of his neck. Pushing it back with the strength of his tail, Tharraleos would return to a standing position and turn towards his attacker, noting how 2 more had joined its side.

"Very well. Come meet your end then." The beast bellowed, letting out his signature battle cry. The piercing screech of an eagle would resonate through the tavern that transitioned into the booming roar of a lion that almost seemed to threaten the structural integrity of the establishment. Sure he was weary from his travels, but he always seemed to have energy for a skirmish. Assuming a defensive stance, he'd stare down his newest prey with anticipation.