Gaz Aiza quietly steps up to the door of the tavern, sword sheathed at his side, and sighing in relief that a certain voice in his head had stopped bothering him. Well, his patron did lead him here so she isn't all bad... he hoped. He decided to thank optimistically for once and knocked on the door to allow his presence to be known before entering the door. He didn't want to be rude and just barge in after all. Gaz took a moment to survey his surroundings and the other patrons. There was quite the variety here, maybe he wouldn't be out of place after all. He walked to the nearest empty table to finally enjoy some rest.