Brel stood there confused. His social skills weren't the best as a real life geek, so he didn't know what to expect from this place. A huge room full of wooden tables and chairs that were occupied by various people. They were each different in their own way. Some were wearing armor, others - dresses. Some had swords on their backs, bows, others - staves and wands. The diversity here was visible greatly. But who's to blame? I mean, the game DOES let you shape your character whatever way you like. You can make a bull**** character that deals no damage at all, and just make money for all the GM cares. But that wouldn't do any good.

Brel turned right, slowly walking to the corner to engulf himself in shadows. That was the only place he'd feel safe. Hence the people inside, he still felt danger all around him. It was probably the paranoia. But no one can be too careful. Hooking off the pouch of gold from his waist he wanted to count the amount of money he had stolen from the poor guy that is probably now looking for it. [b]"Three hundred and eighty six, three hundred and eity seven... Two thousand, three hundred and eighty seven gold. That's not bad."[/b] He whispered to himself, hooking the pouch back on. He watched the action in the tavern. A jester doing magic tricks, a healer helping a wounded, they were all doing their own thing. And what was Brel doing? He was loitering in the corner with his own thoughts about how he actually likes this better than the real world. If only death wasn't a permanent thing.

He would sit down near a table, but there was no space. The inn or tavern, or however you want to call it, was crowded. It was the place closest to what people could call home, but just that it wasn't theirs. Brel would like to have a house one day. A big house somewhere by a river, or a lake, but that would probably cost a fortune. 
[i]Enough of these thoughts. Time to go do something productive.[/i] He thought to himself, bouncing off the wooden wall. His breath intensified for a split second, but it wasn't noticable because the bandana was covering his mouth. He looked like some sort of thug wanting to kill someone. If not for the blue hair, he'd be even more like a thug. 

"Yo, I'm looking for a party to go hunting some monsters. Anyone willing to do so?" He yelled to the crowded inn. He knew he was going to get some bad responses due to people's fears, but he hoped that at least one person will mind his announcement.