Entering the Oak Inn establishment, Radulfer let the door fall closed behind him. He could hear the click of the lockset turning into place from behind him as his feet led him towards the sitting area. There was quite the amount of people who were walking in and out of the room he was in, which was perfectly fine with the mage.
He found a chair that was in a relatively good position for his hobby of people-watching. While not outright nestled in a corner, it was still hidden enough to make it for a comfortable but lone sitting spot. While he had an inkling to position it somewhere else, Radulfer didn't want to make some sort of commotion by moving it. So, instead, Radulfer plopped down onto the chair, an arm leaning against the chair's armrest, a leg propping itself over the knee of the other leg. Leaning back, Radulfer rested a cheek against his fist, his white hair falling into his eyes.
The man contently watched as several people passed through the room, catching bits and pieces of different conversations. It was pleasantly loud, just enough to drone out the familiar ticking of his watch. Something about sitting back and just watching others go on with their lives felt peaceful to him. Radulfer wasn't exactly sure why noise seemed so soothing to him, but he wasn't too curious about the reason why.
Sitting up, Radulfer stretched out his leg before setting it back down. One hand scratched at his bicep where his guild mark rested. Glancing down for a brief moment, Radulfer traced a nail along the tattoo before putting his hand down in his lap.
He found a chair that was in a relatively good position for his hobby of people-watching. While not outright nestled in a corner, it was still hidden enough to make it for a comfortable but lone sitting spot. While he had an inkling to position it somewhere else, Radulfer didn't want to make some sort of commotion by moving it. So, instead, Radulfer plopped down onto the chair, an arm leaning against the chair's armrest, a leg propping itself over the knee of the other leg. Leaning back, Radulfer rested a cheek against his fist, his white hair falling into his eyes.
The man contently watched as several people passed through the room, catching bits and pieces of different conversations. It was pleasantly loud, just enough to drone out the familiar ticking of his watch. Something about sitting back and just watching others go on with their lives felt peaceful to him. Radulfer wasn't exactly sure why noise seemed so soothing to him, but he wasn't too curious about the reason why.
Sitting up, Radulfer stretched out his leg before setting it back down. One hand scratched at his bicep where his guild mark rested. Glancing down for a brief moment, Radulfer traced a nail along the tattoo before putting his hand down in his lap.