Darryn glanced around the Tavern, wondering if any of the customers would try and attack him, but to his relief none did. He did however get several weird looks from some of the people, which he expected thanks to his race's reputation. No matter, he had to tend to his injured arm and decided that he needed a drink. He took a seat in front of the bartender and asked for a pint of mead. While he waited for his drink, Darryn took some bandages out of his supplies and wrapped up his wound after cleaning it. It stung very badly but he was tough and wouldn't allow it to slow him down.
After he was given his drink, he quickly gulped down the beverage and then asked for another. He didn't worry about the cost, he had enough gold from his previous exploits to cover many drinks for a large party of people. The mead was good, but not as good as the ones made by his people and drinking it brought back memories of his clan and family. They were the good ones, he always seemed to get them when he drink the alcohol. When he was on his third pint, Darryn looked around at the other occupants of the tavern.
His eyes spotted a squirrel like creature being petted by a girl who seemed different than your average human, she had red eyes and very pale skin, Darryn tried to place her species, but he couldn't exactly remember, it started with a V. Estermere sure did attract strange beings to his walls, and Darryn wondered if the people he had run away from had given up their chase.
