Taverns-- Taryn didn't understand them all too well, but that was coming from a creature that only ate clay. They were loud and crowded, and often contained drunken, bumbling men whose feet fell quite awkwardly. Not exactly the safest place for a young man of his stature, but the thrill was why he came here. It was a deadly game of tag, avoiding the footfalls of drunken giants.
Things were beginning to get difficult, though. The crowd was getting a bit too randy, and it was becoming more challenging for Taryn not to get stepped on. With a huff, Taryn picked up the tails of his long scarf, so that they wouldn't get stepped on, and looked around sharply for a table that wasn't crowded with plastered humans. He spied a particular table of about three or four men, all of whom seemed to have their wits about them and were calmly conversing. That was the table at which Taryn would seek reffuge.
Taryn took off running, dodging clumsy footfalls as he went. He narrowly avoided the barmaid's hurried steps as she left Taryn's intended table and beelined for another table of drunken men. Taryn made the final sprint to the table, pausing beside one of the chairs. It was far too high for him so climb, and there were no decent handholds or footholds.
"Excuse me?" Taryn shouted, hopping up so as to draw the attention of one of the men, "Excuse me, mind if I join as well?"