A quaint set of footsteps, by the by, it was. The footsteps of a man with a wooden leg, not all too strange for a tavern near a port, but what was strange was the man had two others. Apparently, the answer to the Sphinx's riddle was "Elf", it was revealed, as Drevayne Telvanni entered. Most elves kept to the Gray Quarter, save for a few ill-fated entertainers, and the elderly and infirm rarely graced this tavern.

Though Drevayne kept both hands on his staff, firmly planting it with each step, his back was tall and straight, and his movements not so slow as to cause frustration to those behind him. It looked rather like he might be able to walk firmly without his staff, but that he had it just in case.

He headed in towards the bar.