Syllék sipped away from his glass, lightly tapping the metal sole of his boot against the stool he was perched on while idly listening to the sounds of the tavern at work. It was a little bit of a guilty pleasure of his; observing people in their natural habitats. Despite his aversion to it all, he couldn’t help but be fascinated by life; Mundane, trivial. Pathetic. It was humorous how, no matter their race nor species, people always believed their lives meant something. A meaningless belief in a world without meaning. Mere specks of dust in a life that actively sought out to purge them on the daily. Heh.

While he was lost in his own nihilism, his attention was drawn away from his glass as someone sat beside him at the bar. A lopsided grin spread across his lips.

“Well aren’t you an interesting specimen.” The scarred human tilted his drink towards the newcomer, taking them in.