He kept his cloth wrapped tight around his head, hiding everything but his eyes. Right now, being what he was would only draw attention. Better to play himself off as a shy, secretive individual than what he truly was. And, that was a Venenum, or as most people called his kind, swamp fey. A disgraceful title really, though most would like to be linked to the sun dancing, ground and nature kissing fey. Not his people though. He shook his head, clearing that thought from his mind. Gazing around the bar one more time, he was trying to just...blend in. But with his choice of garb, that wasn't so easy either. Always a tough road for him. He giggled to himself, drawing a few odd stares. However, the eyes were dropped as the one or two onlookers returned to their conversations. Not much was happening around the world that he cared about theses days. He had heard talk of a rebellion, and that had stirred the craving for power that he tried to keep buried deep inside.
In his own tongue, he spat out a curse before speaking aloud to himself. "Bah...Such a boring little hovel of an inn...What must one do to keep things lively...?"
Standing from his corner seat, he arose slowly and made his way to the bar, taking a seat next to an overly flirty, and probably slightly inebriated maiden and a strapping young gent who kept sending her coos and cocky smiles. It had been the only open seat, but he instantly regretted it, now trapped between two boozed up humans who would probably be enacting their disgusting, barbarian way of mating later on that night. With a grunt of disgust, he tried, to little success, to look farther down the bar, and saw an old man arguing with the bar tender. Senile gent probably. He looked like an old war veteran or something. It made a crooked grin break out across his face, then a soft, low cackle. The maiden threw him an odd look, and the man seemed to...back away? Coward probably. Suddenly, they were trying to talk to him, but he shrugged, ignoring them rather pointedly. Soon, he found himself wondering around the pub, looking this way and that, trying to piece together a puzzle of sorts. Why were so many of these people armed? Was this not a place to relax? Last time he had been in the area, it hadn't been particular dangerous or hostile. However, things changed sometimes...
"What an odd place...Its as if some of the men are getting ready for a war..." Then, suddenly, a smile broke out underneath his wraps. A deep, inset smile that made his eyes glow in a rather eerie way. War. Rebellion. The common man. It was coming together, maybe. Just maybe. He could never be sure really, but some things were beginning to make sense about this place. And if this place was a front for an anti-loyalist group, then two options came to mind. Both could promise him what he really desired. He let out a chuckle as he once again took his seat back at the bar, a new seat this time, closer to the old man than before.
"Two options huh? Maybe...I'll see which proves to be more interesting in the end. I'll have to try both out I suppose." He didn't realize he was speaking in the common tongue this time. His accent was deep and heavy, not struggling with the words themselves, but the flow itself was slightly off. He began to hum, inspecting the men with a more discerning eye now. Which ones seemed to have more people around them? Which, if any, had the look of a leader? Did any seem slightly shunned by the others, not out of fear or loathing but respect? He viewed all of this, the insane cunning plan running through his mind causing a twinkle to come to his eye. "Maybe this holiday won't be so terrible after all, hmm?"