Hazar looked around the tavern as he ate quickly and hunched over, but with his mouth closed and quietly. Everyone seemed to look at him as if he were a a beast, he was very tall but that didn't mean a thing. After a moment he realized that it was the fact that he had worn his coat and great sword in which may have made people wonder what he was doing. Never the less he shrugged it off and continued eating. The people of Aoelia were strange, they wore strange cloths and there weapons were like nothing he had seen, he wanted to know all about them, there form, training and there styles, but the weapons were not what he was here for. Hazar had walked to this land in high hopes of forming an alliance. Finally he sat up and left a few of his money and walked out.