5th of fall 510AV
Securing Parkas to a post outside the tavern I gave him a pat. Allowing my Pavi tongue to entrance his long, smooth,white ears to settle and rest for now. Looking over his condition I took note of his tired body, his hooves a little long but nothing a good blacksmith couldn't fix. Shaking my head I gave my stud a tap on the hock before entering the tavern.
Looking around the room I can see various drunks and groups seated around the room. Most of the tables full, searching around my eyes cast upon an open one. Walking smoothly across I keep my eyes alert of any trouble stirring, not wanting any trouble. I was too new to this city to be making too much of a scene in that kind of mix. Moving to the table I climb onto the chair letting my tall frame stretch above the crowd. Opening my hands wide I keep calm before allowing my talented voice speak in the common tongue that I knew
"I'm looking to speak with a traveler that knows the land! If you can help me your welcome to sit in my presence," repeating my speech in Pavi I take my seat. I let the wooden chair rock back on it's hind legs, resting my hands on the arms while I leaned back against the wall. Wondering if anyone would come to help a Drykas mix in need.