Grim Reaper the man who always finds his way into trouble no matter where he is. He enters the tavern as it seems the place was full of many different creatures, this was rare to him. Different races but humans seem to get along with one another yet why? Was it because it was the booze that kept them from killing each other or was it because this place seemed jolly? Grim was wearing a black cloak that covered his entire body and he had a hood to cover his facial features. He sat down on a bar stool as he orders a glass of rum, now he knew that inns and taverns like this always had rumors floating around. Bounties or maybe rumors of a treasure being around. Now he wasn't sure yet he barely knew this place but he will take whatever help he can get before he departs for adventure.