The Dancing Poppy was becoming a lively scene as the sun lowered on the horizon. Patron's streamed through the door way, Feana, Wenad's, and Human's mixing together in a single space, Perches for winged companion's protruded from the wooden walls. An Orange glow filled the Tavern as flames flickered to life from mounted torches on the wall. Booths filled with chattering voices, the air filed with roars of laughter and the clunking of tankards on wood. This was soon joined by a merry tune as a band began to play in the far right corner of the tavern
(Wait are you playing a character?)
(Nope, I'm narrating playing all of the people you guy's might bump into. Kinda like a DM, but with out all the dice)
Rue casually glanced across the room, his gaze lighting on a griffin, tentatively taking suspicious sips of stew. He laughed inwardly, and looked up as the maid finally delivered his food, complete with a thick slice of bread, still steaming. Humming inaudibly he dug in with gusto, the smell having convinced him of the food's wholesomeness moments after entering the building. The noise bothered him, and he attempted to filter out the noises until he had created some semblance of quite around him, even though the noises still grated on his consciousness, though he ignored it to the best of his abilities. A few minutes later he was softly scraping the bowl with a wooden spoon. He considered calling for more, but decided against it. He could always stock up later in the morning if necessary. He easily swept through the sea of people, narrowly dodging newcomers that came in through the door, before reaching the soft, cool breezes of outside. He walked a few paces and jumped into the low branches of a tree without thinking. He sat there for a minute, watching the last rays of the sun disappearing behind a curtain of clouds that hastened the darkness of nightfall.
(Rehman should bug him or smth. Also the rest of y'all should show up.)