Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190618154203/@comment-28718853-20190625102306

"So many different folks here," Dravela comments quietly, ignoring the stares from the other patrons.

Forjod spots Gerald pinch his nose a split second before the door closes. After that he stares forward at the seats Jeiel is leading the group towards, not wanting to seem rude by looking at any other alien inside the tavern.

Rix figures how Druella would likely have an aneurysm and try to convert every living being inside this tavern and whatever universe they come from. She glances around at the different faces present and huddles closer to Forjod.

The three of them take their seats at the empty table and await the informant.