Elijah finished his ale as he noticed a creature walk in that he had never seen in person, a satyr. He'd only heard tales about them or crude drawings. It was talking to Davlomin about something, he couldn't hear over the ruckus in the tavern. Now Eli wasn't one to eavesdrop but seeing as he was in need of a new pint, he might as well let his attuned ears listen to the words of a creature of myth. He made his way up to the bar, not before a large man stood in his way but then moved aside, not wanting a piece of Elijah right now. "Nother pint if you would Dav." he said simply, not looking at the satyr directly.