The tavern doors creaked open once more as another patron made their entrance. Standing 7 foot 4, this individual seemed to be a bipedal lion of sorts with golden brown fur adorning his well muscled body and a lush goldenrod mane of pelage covering the entirety of his head. What would likely catch attention was the 6 vibrant wings folded along his back and rectrices attached at the end of his lengthy tail. Each were lined with feathers colored scarlet, orange and gold.

Rigid amber irises scanned the establishment and its patrons as the winged feline stood by the doorway momentarily. It seemed he was deep in thought for a moment before beginning to wander without much direction as if he was studying his surroundings. In his many millenia of existence, it wasn't often that he found himself in an unfamiliar location and this perplexed him. Those who found themselves within close proximity to the beast would experience a sensation of pressure and heat emanating from him.

"What an odd place." He would utter under his breath to nobody in particular as he continued to aimlessly survey the building.