The lone Breton mans slightly-pointed ears perked up in curiosity, as he heard the commotion coming from the unfamiliar tavern. He contemplates ignoring it and moving on, but the growling in his stomach reminds him what he had been seeking out anyway. He let out a sigh, the chilled autumn air cutting quickly through his cloak and hood. He reluctantly stepped into the light of the tavern, ears immediately driven wild with the sounds of boisterous patrons, drinking songs and the silent cursing of a disgruntled bartender. "Certainly an eclectic crowd, tonight." he thought to himself as he pushed past the noise, towards the counter. He approached the bartender, about to order before hearing the bellowing, gravelly voice of an old Nord adventurer, a few chairs to his left. He listens to the man, and raises an eyebrow, remembering the lightness of his coin pouch and emptiness of his stomach. Besides, Edwyn always was one for a little adventure. He sits on a stool, leaning against the bar as the man finishes his "speech". His curiosity piqued, he lazily raises his hand. "I'll join you." he says nothing more, turning his attention back to the bartender, simply happy that the mans voice had silenced the commotion of the rest of the tavern.