Approaching the Otter, Enseth had a growing apprehension. The music and the hubbub coming from the tavern were indicating that a lot of people were feasting. But inspired by his mission, he dared to look inside.
Staring at the common room, Enseth freezed. So much people... having social intercourses. It tooks some cycles before this vision of horror could be processed. He would rather be on the battlefield with goblins than here, trying to simulate social standards which he knew nothing. He felt naked and unarmed to handle this adversity. "Master, why have you forsaken me?"
He stayed stills, in a corner, for a while. Watching, and learning. Studying every gestures, every moves. Then Dandin started his story about their exploits, he was good. The story cheered Enseth so much he could not resist and he began to play battle sounds to give some background ambiance at the tale. At the end, he approached slowly Dandin, Tommi, Angis (and anyone present at the table) and ask, "I suppose your blood alcohol level must approach some fatal threshold but, are inclined to accept an other fermented beverage?"
As he was not certain about the right protocol to adopt in such situation, he added, "It's on me!" and tried to make eye contact.
