Noah arrived at the tavern in M'alo a day and a half after he had received the message. The ride had wore on his patience, seeing as the message had been so urgent and so lucrative he had rode the whole way with only an hour or so sleep. The speculations he had of the city where not met, the small slice of our races display of thriving that his father had told him of as a child looked to be close to the opposite.
 The city itself was still intact, the walls still stood and the farms on the horizon were not tourched or ransacked as far as Noah could tell. Though the demeanor in the eyes of even the children playing in the houses he past was that of a man on his last days. The cityfolk walked in the streets at night sluggishly, a portion one form of intoxicated or another. Noah could almost feel the towns worry, and it got him thinking.
 What could the great city of M'alo be so afraid of? He felt as though the world may be changing a little, and maybe that wasnt all bad, but whatever was happening here was no change for a better cause. As he walked up the steps of the tavern he thought about the prosperity this city had gone through, and its downfall. Seeing this place for the first time, he couldnt help thinking of how his expectations had let him down.
 The doors opened to the tavern as two severely drunk men walked down the stairs towards Noah pushing one another jokingly. 
 "She did not say any of that!" The man walking out first said, laughing pushing the door open with his back as he continued to talk to his friend. The man took two steps backwards not anticipating that it was only one step from the door to the first stair. His step met nothing but air and he began to tumble backwards nearly falling on Noah.
 Noahs first reaction was to push the man back into his friend, using his left hand to counteract the mans weight slightly, but it was to late the man was already on his way down. A split second before the man knocked himself out on the steps Noah caught him on his back and slowed his fall. From the outsiders perspective the man had halted in midair and suddenly became parallel with the stairs. To Noah he had grabed the man by the head with one full hand and pulled up, while pushing at his flailing body with four fingers on his other hand not needing the thumb until the last secound before the mans heels nearly smashed into the second step down.
 He then nodded at the man standing in the doorway, and passed him to enter the tavern, leaving the astonished pair where they had behind him. Noah was actually dissapointed in himself, he had used 9 fingers for most of the incident when on a normal day he would have been responsive enough to use the one hand. He couldnt wait to get this over with and climb into a nice bed. 
 The bartender approached him where he was sitting at the end of the bar. "What can I get you tonight boss?" He said broad smile spread across his face, laughing from his previous encounter. 
 Noah pulled the pack on his back up and reached into his sachel to find his Krell.
 "Do you carry Moondraft? Brewed in Oden. Dark draft, rather strong..." He said wrapping his metal fingers around his coin purse, pulling it out.
 The bartender thought for a moment put up a finger as to signal 'one moment' and ducked under the counter, coming back with a dark pint of ale and a mug. "Rather expensive cause of the import cost..." he said sliding the cup towards Noah. "Though im sure that wont be a problem huh boss?" He said looking at the lines on Noahs arms leading to his wrist, glancing at his hands winking. 
 Noah noded and put a silver coin on the counter.