Therezia watches as more and more people walk through the door. "I suppose that's the way inside.", she says to herself as she flutters towards the door. She gives it a push, but the heavy door doesn't budge. 

She tries again and again, fluttering against it with all her tiny might. No movement. "How peculiar...", she murmurs. As she flies back a bit she spots the doorknob. Quickly, she pushes it down and tries again, and finally the door gives way just enough for her to slip inside.

The heavy door falls back into place with a loud thud behind her. Wide eyed she takes in her surroundings. The warmth of the fireplace and the mixture of smells and sounds hit her like a hammer and she almost instinctively sways in the air for a moment, as if unsure what to do next.

"Right... a friend. Hmm...", she reminds herself of her mission and immediately starts checking out the taverns patreons. Her gaze wanders over many different people, all seeming like unsuitable targets for her. After all, if her attempt at befriending the person goes wrong it would be unfavourable if said person was a tall orc or a guy wielding a big sword.

She decides to try her luck with what looks to be a young child, deciding that her odds at winning in a battle against it would be in her favor. She flutters closer, examining the young girl like she's never seen a person before.