A blue-haired, child-looking...un-child walked into this...tavern. With a book. Was it history? Was it a spellbook? Nobody knew for some reason. He did. It was a book. But, nonetheless, the short un-child walked in, scanning the fairly large room with his eyes. Strange people.

Most likely unintelligent by his standards.

He was greeted by this man. This strange, strange man. Who also was a barkeeper. Euclio, was his name, raised a brow at this peculiar sight. What was this illusion, this trickery that was being played on him at this moment in time?

Fuck it.

And he was right in the middle of solving a thousand year mystery when this door-THIS FUCKING DOOR- showed up. Ahem.

He saw this robot. And a half dragon. AND a dwarf. Oh my. 

Jokes aside, Euclio raised a brow at this too, contemplating whether he should sit with them, or just try and leave. You know what? You only encounter things like this once every hundred years, probably, there's nothing wrong with staying here a couple hundred thousand milliseconds.

So, he went and sat with these mysterious creatures, the short....boy.